Sunday, August 03, 2008
Now 22 pounds down in two months on my sensationally effective diet, I find the reactions of my paunchy coevals provide hours of harmless fun. The first glance is ambiguous: is he suffering from some terminal disease? I tell them I have been on a diet and they look relieved at not having to make small talk about my impending extinction - 'Cremation, burial, ashes scattered in the Solent? Can I have your Luccheses?', that sort of thing - then curious. I explain my regime which they, however paunchy, then subject to 'expert' analysis. Later, behind my back, they approach other friends or family. 'Is he all right?' 'You ought to get him off this anorexic kick.' and so on. The sub-text of all this is the feeling that it's not quite right to be this thin at my age, that men getting fatter with the years is the natural orders of things. This is, of course, nonsense. If I am supposedly anorexic now, was I anorexic in my mid-twenties when I weighed about 7 pounds less than this or in my mid-thirties when I weighed approximately what I do now? No. Face it, guys, getting fat is an avoidable error.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 8:27 am