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![]() The headlines in the New York Times and most major magazines had the same message, “It’s Fine To Be Fat”. Being ‘overweight’ (BMI 25-30) is better than being a ‘healthy’ weight with a BMI between 18.5 and 25. The Center for Consumer Freedom, which is a thinly veiled front for the US food and restaurant industry, was ecstatic. The Consumer Freedom group, which is funded by companies such as Coca Cola, Wendy’s and Tyson Foods declared, “The founding fathers greatly enjoyed their food and drink…Now it seems that food liberty—just one of the many important areas of personal choice fought for by the original American patriots—is constantly under attack.” Their message was that all the concern about overweight and obesity stemmed from scare tactics and hype from ‘health Nazis’. The origin of the ‘fine to be fat’ headlines was an article by Flegal et al. in the Journal of the American Medical Association (April 2005).Why do the findings of Flegal and her co-authors differ from those of nearly all mainstream scientists and epidemiologists? Firstly, it was a mortality study, which correlated body weight with death. The consensus of opinion is that, although they tried to control for confounding variables that could skew the results, they failed to do so adequately. Without diving into statistical and methodological debates, here are some of the main problems when looking at death and weight.
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The Tale of the Tape One contributing factor to the confusing information in Flegal’s research above may be the use of BMI (Body Mass Index, which is calculated by dividing a person’s weight in kilograms by their height in meters squared), in determining whether someone is ‘overweight’ or ‘obese’. A new study published in the Lancet (November 2005) by S. Yusuf et al. as part of the Global Interheart Study, found that a person’s hip to waist ratio was a much more reliable predictor of a myocardial infarction (heart attack). Yusuf, of McMaster University, found that the waist to hip ratio (WHR) was three times better than BMI in predicting risk of heart attack. In fact, Dr. Yusuf went as far to say that in much of the world BMI is of ‘no value’. (i) inability to get into your old pants and skirts,Note: Dr. Yusuf’s study was dealing with heart disease, whereas Dr. Flegal’s study covered all causes of mortality, but it does make one speculate about the usefulness of using BMI as a tool in epidemiological studies. Acknowledgement: I was alerted to the Lancet article by reading a succinct summary by André Picard in the Globe and Mail. I paid $30 to read the original Lancet article on-line, but, as usual, Mr. Picard provided nearly all the pertinent information. I regard him as one of the premier popular health writers in North America.
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The cure for anything is salt water—sweat, tears, or the sea You must live in the present, Three months, 1400 kilometers and nearly 3,000,000 strokes after he started his swim Rob Dyke circumnavigated Vancouver Island. The feat required mental, physical and spiritual strength, which are off the scale, and in future years people will still be in awe of the Man Who Swam Around Vancouver Island. |

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I spent a couple of days on the support boat and watched the never-varying ritual, which, after 3 months, lead up to the final few exultant strokes, the applause and songs of the spectators and the blessing of the Songhees Chief. End of an Epic Journey |


Each day the boat would motor out to the starting point determined by a GPS finder. There was little talk other than technicalities of tide tables and of the currents and eddies that, on the Eastern leg of the journey, ricocheted and swirled off the smaller islands. It is not good enough for things to be planned—they still have to be done: Rob bit into his first ‘sandwich’ of the day; a ‘sandwich’ being the team’s term for a Halls Extra Strong cough candy between two layers of Trident Double Berry gum. The taste combination might not sound attractive to you, but Rob used it to mute the many splendored flavors of the ocean as he swam past pulp mills, fish farms and estuaries. |
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Once in the water the swim typically lasted between 5 to 7 hours, broken up into 40-minute segments. Twenty minutes breathing left; twenty minutes breathing right; stop; tread water; drink some hot Gatorade and have 3 or 4 liters of warm water funneled inside his wetsuit; then off for another 40 minutes with a fresh ‘sandwich’ between cheek and gums. These are the sort of rituals and the discipline that hide behind every great achievement. |
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The swim began with a party at Speakwell and ended the same way. Family and friends finally getting to crack the magnum of Champagne that Rob had been saving to mark the end of this chapter in his adventurous life. |

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We embarrassed Rob by playing ‘The Ballad of Robbie Dyke’, written and recorded by myself and Gus Verstraten. Then we brought things back to normal by playing the bootleg version whose lyrics might not be suitable for a family webzine. To purchase a copy of the Ballad of Robbie Dyke click on [this link] with profits going to the Red Cross Island Aquathon.
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Rob's message is so amazingly powerful. Tears in my eyes followed by a smile across my face, followed by a lump in my throat. His motivating way is so quiet and profound. The feedback we got from the kids was wonderful. Imagine hundreds of kids on the bleachers and more on the floor, all completely mesmerized by his session. |
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Now Rob is off the high seas and between adventures he is available for speaking and can be booked through Speakwell [Click here]. Learn the secret of the sea?
Footnote There is no human failure greater than to launch a profoundly important endeavor and then leave it half done.
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| The health plan that's kept me fit for 37 years is simple: do what you already know you ought to. By Thomas Withers Newsweek: Sept. 26, 2005 issue—Ironically, if I hadn't been trying to beat the high cost of health care, my wife wouldn't have run over my head with her bicycle a few months ago. The wheels on my bike hit a slick spot and I fell directly in her path. Missing me was impossible. Moments later I was sitting in the middle of the trail wearing a cracked helmet and saying, "What happened?" Just before we'd begun our ride, my wife had looked at me and given me an angry ultimatum: "You are 86 years old, and if you don't know enough to wear your helmet, you can ride alone." Rue Ann is 29 years younger and more verbal than I, so I replied with resignation, "Yes dear," and donned my helmet. How does the high cost of health care relate to my accident? It's simple. One of my strategies for avoiding health-care costs is to stay healthy, and that means riding regularly. My plan works primarily for people in the 40- to 60-year age range, those young enough to make the necessary changes for entering old age with good health and enthusiasm. In towns like mine across the country, that's just not happening, and the result is that fewer people my age are still leading active lives. Our local hospital, St. John's, will hold its 26th annual 10-kilometer foot race in October. About 2,000 people are expected to participate, but if it's anything like past years, I won't have much competition. Usually after a race, when people ask how well I did, I say, "I came in first in the 80- to 90-year-old class." Invariably, they ask the follow-up question, "How many were in that class?" With feigned embarrassment, I answer, "I was the only one." My quest to see how little I could spend on health care began when I was 50. Two events spurred me to action: First, my blood pressure began rising above the normal range. Second, a close friend only a few years older than I had had a stroke that left him speechless, in diapers and in a nursing home. It also left him penniless. In a society where health-care costs were spiraling out of control, how could I escape a similar fate? To protect myself, I considered many plans, from trying to marry a rich widow to buying long-term medical insurance. Finally, I thought of a strategy that would work, though the method I chose is somewhat un-American. I decided to take care of my health. It was the best decision I ever made.
“The Payoff: Now, after my 87th birthday, I can still say, ‘What’s a headache? Constipation? Arthritis?’”The success of my plan lies in its simplicity. It's available and adaptable to almost everyone. Furthermore, it requires little special equipment other than a bicycle—and a helmet. The system I have followed for 37 years has three essential parts: nutrition, exercise and perseverance. Nutritionally, I deviate little from the U.S. Department of Agriculture's guidelines. All the foods needed to meet its requirements are available in a traditional food store. I head to the produce department to buy fresh fruits and vegetables to supplement those I grow in my garden. I read labels and put back products that are loaded with hydrogenated fats and sodium. When using these criteria, three fourths of the grocery aisles become irrelevant. As a result, my shopping is streamlined. Rue Ann and I, depending on the weather, do one of the following five days a week: ride our bicycles 10 miles, walk 3 miles or climb the stairs in a 10-story building. Consistency is the key to a successful exercise program. The financial payoff for this kind of living has exceeded my wildest expectations. I get a routine physical once a year. Intermittently, I see a dermatologist and ophthalmologist. When I was 75 my doctor said, "I know you don't take any prescription drugs, but what over-the-counter drugs do you take?" When I answered "None," he smiled and wryly said I wasn't doing my part to support the drug companies. Today my old cat's drug bill is higher than mine. I'm not sure if I'm bragging or complaining. My biggest payoff, however, is not in the money I save, but in the way I feel. Now, just after my 87th birthday, I can still say "What's a headache? Constipation? Arthritis?" When I'm in the drug department of a supermarket, I feel like the bewildered Texas cowboy in a Dallas department store. When the clerk asked, "Is there something wrong?" I drawled, "No ma'am, I've just never seen so many things in my whole life I don't need." Recently, as my wife and I were going through airport security, a young male employee said, "It sure is a nice weekend for a father-daughter outing." With a grin broader than natural, I replied, "It certainly is, and we are going to make the most of it—aren't we, daughter?" I'm saving my cracked helmet with the bicycle-tire marks on it as a token of my good health. I hope I'm still wearing a helmet at 95, because the alternatives are unacceptable. Withers lives in Springfield, Mo.
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![]() Even without looking at eBay, one can currently find pedometers, which are built into cell phones and are combined with MP3 players. Others are in shoe insoles, ballpoint pens and can be worn as armbands. Despite the gadgetry and packaging the bottom line remains: does the pedometer accurately count and record your steps? If the price seems too good to be true, it probably is. Caveat emptor still pertains.
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‘Blowin’ In The Wind’ and Bob“The first way to answer the questions in this song is by asking them.More than 42 years ago I sat in the living room of my parent’s London house to watch the BBCs ‘Play of the Week’ on our tiny black and white TV. The play was called “The Madhouse on Castle St.” and featured a disparate cast of characters in a boarding house. There was nothing memorable about the play for me until the appearance of a young folk singer, sitting on the staircase singing a song called “Blowin’ in the Wind”. The singer was Bob Dylan and I was scarred for life. My response to Dylan was immediate and visceral and I’ll never know what curious chemistry enabled the song of a kid from Hibbing, Minnesota to resonate in the mind of a kid living among the bricks and Michelmas daisies of a London suburb.There’s something about Dylan’s songs that defy analysis. It’s like the story of the Mathematical Bridge in Cambridge built without nails or screws, but held together by stress and counter-stress. |
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The bridge was dismantled to be analyzed by physicists and mathematicians, but when they tried to re-build it they had to resort to nails, nuts and bolts. Take Bob’s songs apart and you can never put them back together; he’s the Humpty Dumpty of songwriters. In a soldier's stance, I aimed my handThe song, “It Ain’t Me Babe” is not so much the breakup with a lover, but a goodbye to all the people who wanted him as a spokesperson for their generation. ![]() Someone to open each and every door,Later in ‘Wedding Song’ Bob was quite specific. It's never been my duty to remake the world at large, Afterword![]() I was disappointed that 2005 was not Bob’s year to be awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature. It went to Harold Pinter, who was a rank outsider according to the British bookies, who make a living predicting the outcome of everything from dog racing to the Nobel Awards. However, it’s been a good year for Dylan aficionados, with major Dylan exhibitions in Seattle and London, Martin Scorsese’s brilliant documentary on PBS, separate film and photography retrospectives in London, 2 historical Dylan CDs in Starbuck’s, the release of the first book of his autobiography, ‘Chronicles Volume One’, a new Dylan Encyclopedia and his 2nd ever visit to Victoria, where three generations of male Collis’s enjoyed the show. Maybe he’ll get the Nobel next year and it doesn’t matter, because prizes and awards have never interested Bob, whose acceptance speeches are legendary for their incoherence.
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![]() July Kenneth Cole designs shoes and accessories, his controversial ad campaign has garnered worldwide attention for its humor and social consciousness. In 1985, he was the first member of the fashion community to take a public stand in the fight against HIV/AIDS. ![]() This little piece caught my eye in one of his Seattle stores. July or do you tell the truth? July to yourself? July about your age? July how much you exercise? July about your waist size? July to each other? July about why you didn’t show up? July to get out of jury duty? July about your diet? July on a first date? July about how much you give to charity? So July? |
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10 PERKS OF BEING OVER 60
1. Kidnappers are not very interested in you.
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