Sucks to be us(A)
So we all know by now that My Country ’tis of Thee is getting unbelievably fat. Even I, with my guilty nods towards nutrition and growing obsession with low-cal, low-fat versions of some of my favorite foods (low-fat butter? How does that even WORK?), currently have a Body Mass Index of 29…just barely below the obesity line.
But you know what? If I’m expected to cook, clean up after cooking, get some exercise in, and hold down a full time job being the most awesome food blogger/recipe site editor on the Internets, I’m gonna need a pocket universe where I can get some more time. I considered walking to lunch today, even hovering just outside the door, but then realized I’d lose fifteen minutes of my precious hour-long break hoofing it back and forth. Immediately I hustled over to my aging Pontiac and, contrary to my own article’s advice, drove the short hop to buy my turkey and swiss.
I’d like to think my eating habits are improving (even if I do visit Ron of Japan far, far too often), but unless I can couple that with an increase in physical activity, I’m sunk. Same goes for the rest of this overfed country. When I was in Japan, it was easy to be active; everywhere was public-transit, every trip involved a walk, and if you really wanted to splurge, you rode a bicycle to class.
I couldn’t help but feel weird when I got back and immediately entered a car outside of LAX. I hadn’t ridden inside a private automobile in four months. Had I known I would be doing so every single day for three years following, maybe I would have stayed another semester.
So, to use business terminology, I’ve got two Action Items for myself this week:
1) Walk to lunch, you lazy lump.
2) Go for a nightly jog, or kiss your shrimp slathered in egg sauce goodbye.
I suggest everyone else consider doing this, too. We need to start a trend!
-Jim feels healthier already