It seems not a day goes by when the media fails to trot out another ground-breaking study to confirm what any semi-sentient being already knows. I’m spoiled for choice in picking which to highlight, but this got my attention for many reasons.
There was a time, lonnngggg ago, when I was pretty fit. I have pictures to prove it. But now, unlike the guys in the Cialas ads, I am not an impossibly svelte 50-something, with full head of hair, and perfect teeth. To be honest, I have gone gently seedy.
So when someone talks about possible cure-alls for being a little, shall we say, fluffy, I grab my pryin’ bar, lever myself to an upright position, and pay attention. However, after about a nano-second of thought, my hope turned to month-old pickle brine.
So let’s break it down. Your fat is there a) to keep you from dying from lack of food—for awhile, b) to act as a cushion when you fall on your ass, and c) to keep you WARM.
The practical upshot of this article is that if you move to Chicago, live in a van down by the river all winter, with nothing much to eat, you’ll lose weight.
Their follow-up study discusses rapid weight loss accompanying the onset of death.
