One
of my most humiliating experiences ever was doing a fat test. I had it
done at Ellerslie Gym some months after I had given birth to my second
child. There should be some legislated compensation for the carnage
pregnancy leaves in a normal, fit, female body.
Nine
months of sedentary activity, water retention, lugging around a growing
foetus, watching helplessly as your belly stretches and then blows up huge
like a balloon. No taking stairs two at a time, no running around the
Savannah, no lifting anything over ten pounds. It’s nine months of
enforced flab. Then the brat decides at birth to mark you for life - if
the pain hasn’t already done that and stretches your hip bones.
Babies
should be put in Madame Tussaud’s Hall of Horrors along with other
tortures like thumb screws. You are now no longer a person. You are a cow.
Then, dutifully, healthy breast feeding over, you are left with a wreck
that can make you lock the bathroom door and cry - this funny, stretchy
thing across the belly - where did that come from? These saggy bits here?
They don’t belong to you! And
why do thighs have to grow with babies? I decided I wouldn’t succumb to
the atrophy baby making sets into train. An unfortunate prelude to this
was the compulsory fat test at the gym.
In
this tiny office, a gym instructor with muscles like Popeye - he looked
like he ate nothing but spinach and peanut butter - took out pincers (or
tongs), and did the worst. He put them on my stomach and pinched - holding
my fat in his pincers. I held in my stomach. I tightened every muscle. But
the pincer is indomitable. It can squirt out the fat from anywhere; even
from your elbows. The instructor then airily announced that the ratio was
high. As if I couldn’t tell by now! I went straight home, and like
millions of women all over the world, got depressed. Women are more
susceptible to fat. Childbearing women more so. A bit of chocolate here,
some fried chicken there, and a fold appears. Skip the gym for two weeks
and everything falls down again. Its a tremendous battle and lasts all
your life. But everybody - men, women and children - can fall victim to
it. I’m not talking about a little bit of plump flesh, but about the
bits that can give heart attacks and pressure the liver. The kind of fat
brought on by too many beers, by long hours in the office, by hurrying to
shop and cook, by fast foods which shut up the kids and lay on the flab.
A
muscular, healthy body in men and women is an economic thing. Not everyone
can afford it. How do people who work and then go home and deal with
children, groceries, lessons, cleaning, cooking and laundry get time to
exercise? Most people are lucky if they make it to the gym once a week.
Advertisers realised early on that they were sitting on a gold mine of
guilt, greed and vanity. So they first thoroughly mussed up our heads with
mixed messages and made money off it. If you drink a particular soft drink
you will look and be young - part of the “in” crowd. You can’t miss
the special offer on burgers, fries, coke and ice-cream. At the same time
you are bombarded with images of Naomi Campbell and Schwarzenegger
look-alikes. So we spend on fatty food, and repent, and spend on corsets
and massages, butt boosters, and save up for liposuction. And now we can
spend on Olestra... if you don’t mind some faecal urgency (defined as
the need to go right now).
Olestra.
It is fat free fat. Made in America. By Proctor and Gamble. Researched for
the past 26 years. It causes anal leakage and faecal urgency, as well as
loose stools and abdominal cramping. Last month, after a 20-year battle,
the US Food and Drug Administration gave P&G the permission to market
Olestra. It looks and tastes like fat - it is fat which passes through the
body as if it were fat free. The company, which has spent some US$200
million on research on Olestra, expects to make half of that within a
year. Here’s how it works. Olestra, which is fat, passes through the
gastrointestinal tract without ever being digested. As far as the human
body is concerned the fat never entered it. What makes Olestra a miracle
product, is that unlike counterfeit fats, it doesn’t break down when
heated. It can be used as cooking oil in frying fish, plantains, chicken
and chips. It also has the same texture as real fat. The scientists saw
that once up to eight fatty acids were attached to a sugar molecule,
enzymes could not do their usual job of cutting them apart. The molecules
simply passed through the intestines without being absorbed. But before we
rush out to buy Olestra, let’s look into why there was a struggle for a
quarter of a century to get it on to the market. While experimenting,
scientists found that the prototype of Olestra was so liquid that it
passed right through the body and came out the end - the dreaded anal
leakage. What’s a little leakage countered the company? Some people
suffer from it when they consume too much fat of any kind. Besides, they
say, they have corrected the trouble by making it more viscous.
Olestra
is also the first food additive with negative value. It actually flushes
nutrients out of the body. This is serious. Olestra reportedly has a knack
of picking up “passengers” on its way through the digestive tract:
vital nutrients including vitamins A,D,E and K. There are other risks.
Olestra washes out cartenoids, the nutrients found in green vegetables,
which may (it is not yet proven) help safeguard against prostate and lung
cancer, heart disease and muscular degeneration, and can rob the elderly
of their sight. Another fear is that in an Olestra-flooded market people
will simply eat more, or eat other fatty foods, rather than switch to a
healthier diet of fruits and vegetables. When Olestra comes here, and it
will, (so very soon - it’s a money spinner), I will campaign for a
return to Elizabethan values - to voluptuousness and sumptuousness. Then,
I will ignore the fads, start eating more vegetables, and run up the
stairs on the days that I can’t make it to the gym. That way at least I
won’t have to take the risk of anal leakage or faecal urgency after
eating a bag of fat free chips.
