Sitting On The Fence
I go back and forth on whether any of this matters – whether we should be concerned with what we call wellness or fitness in the modern era. Still, my looks as well as my abilities are central in my life. Appearance and ability seem to be central in the lives of most others, whether they strive to nurture those ambitions, or knowingly suffocate them. In the scope of life’s undiscovered purpose though, I often believe that fitness and wellness are meaningless.
I can make an argument that the concepts of wellness and fitness are agenda-ridden farces. I would argue successfully that if we could do any better than the current obesity epidemic, and declining health of our masses, we would. Though much well intended research and effort exists in the fields of what we call wellness and fitness, the facts remain that obesity is on the rise, foods are more highly processed than ever, and the health and abilities of Americans, on average, are on the decline. It’s just where we are – it’s just the best we can do.
Ready, Willing, And Unable
I could make the argument above, but I don’t want to – not today anyway.
I just had my favorite meal for lunch; a very raw and very crisp Greek salad at a local café. I enjoy this ritual so much; ordering it, watching it be made, taking in the aesthetic as it is placed on the counter before me, and then slowly enjoying it in the company of a waitress who stares relentlessly at my arms. I always walk away from this experience feeling emotionally fulfilled.
And of those around me today, eating their burgers, pot pies, and sauce drenched entrees while I ate my crisp veggies, chicken, and kalamata olives, I just accepted that, as a whole, it’s the best we can do…
… and then came time to pay my check at the cash register. I never have a problem with this; I take out my wallet, I hand the clerk my card along with the check, I sign a little piece of paper, and walk away. Not so much for the man in front of me – he struggled to pay his bill, and it made me sad.
Oh, he had money; that was not the issue. The larger issue was that he was unable to retrieve his money. The 100 or so extra pounds carried on and near his waist, and the poor physicality which that fostered, rendered him unable to retrieve is wallet from his hip pocket. So he looked back and asked me if I would take his wallet out of his pocket for him. I trembled. Not that I was afraid to assist him, but because I thought,
“This is the best we can do…?”
Sometimes You Just Know
I just know it’s too late for this man. The damage is done, and I would bet all twelve of my senses that he will never lose a pound, never give up the pot-pies, and will struggle again someday soon to get his wallet from his pocket. How many people in America, I wondered, are in this man’s shoes? Is this our national destiny? Is this really the best we can do?
And Sometimes Moments Change You
I am no longer on the fence with this issue. I now accept that the future of America’s physicality must be changed. However, I no longer believe that change will be built on the success of a 350-pound man in a rural café ordering a salad rather than a pot-pie. Nor will our future be built on the success of a middle-aged mom who wants to lose her bat-wing arms.
The future might be built by a volunteer army; men and women who choose to invest time helping children help themselves. Children are the future, not obese grown-ups who missed their chance.
The Government Stole Fitness, I‘m Stealing Back
In the coming weeks I be will trading in some more of my blogging, commenting, and Facebooking time with the like-minded people who help keep me motivated. Rather, I will invest that time attempting to connect with people who are not fitness minded at all, nor motivated – the Dorito generation.
A mindful friend and I believe that, with the right plan, we might be able to help the future of American physicality. Together, he and I are going to attempt to take fitness back to the kids. Since kids don’t read fitness blogs this will need to be accomplished with face-time. I am in the early stages of establishing a curriculum and protocol that will enable this process at my local level. If successful, I will attempt to grow it.
If You Like What The Government Does…
It is the intent of my friend and I to outsource fitness away from the government, and back into the lives of children in need in much the same way as the President’s Council On Physical Fitness did back in the 60s and 70s – before it got squashed by agenda and political bureaucracy.
Our vehicle for this endeavor will be The Buckminster Fuller challenge 2011. Stay tuned for more details in the coming weeks… Be well. rc
Once my framework and business plan are in place and ready to be implemented, I will be seeking volunteers to implement sister programs in other regions. If you have an interest in, and are SERIOUS about supporting this project, please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org
I will ask this one time, to please paste the link to this column into your Facebook page today. I appreciate your support. Let the process begin…