Since I believe everything I read in the press, especially things that are convenient to my desire for cheesecake dolloped with hot fudge, I’m doing my happy dance right now: “A body of research is emerging that suggests that there’s little risk to carrying a few extra pounds. And there may even be some benefit. Indeed, people who are 10-to-15 pounds overweight appear to have no greater risk of dying than those of so-called “normal” weight. Other studies have shown that those who are overweight are no more likely to die from cancer or cardiovascular disease. Also, being a little overweight may help stave off osteoporosis. And it can make you look younger, too.”
This is good news for so many reasons, the least of which have to do with finding the will power to control your intake. Really, the power of this research is in what it can do about body image: We now have science — already our friend! — telling us our manic obsession with 2-hour-a-day cardio regimens is unnecessary. Sure, people can still love the thin/lean look, but young people, and I’m including both toddlers and tweens and young adults here, can feel a little better about themselves if they happen to look not-so-great in skinny jeans. Which is a feeling we should promote, given all the unhealthy messaging being delivered to these fragile minds.
This isn’t an invitation to eat bison burgers for breakfast (if only), but if fitness types wiser than I am say it’s OK to carry a few pounds IN MUH BUTT, I’m not going to go through the mental terrorism feedback loop that says “Calories in, calories out, eat that cupcake and society will toss you out.”