I wrote yesterday about missing my bike. I haven’t been riding much since the bike rally. This year there was no Gran Fondo, no Three Port Tour. Instead, August was about boats not bikes though one day Sarah and I managed to combine the two. That might have been my last ride on my road bike of any distance and it was more than a month ago.
While there isn’t snow on the ground. Weird.
Since then though I’ve been faced with the challenge of riding alone and in the face of that challenge mostly not riding.
I work alone most of the time and I like to combine socializing with fitness activities. When I’m feeling more competitive I like to work out with others because I find it’s much more likely to motivate me to go fast and ride longer.
I find riding alone lonely, not particularly motivational, and frankly, a little bit scary.
When I look for cycling motivation, this is the sort of image that speaks to me.
I spent last weekend, the hottest of the year so far, biking 100 km over two days with my friend Susan Murdoch. The mini-tour, organized by Ontario by Bike (“OBB”), involved biking from Uxbridge to Lindsay, an overnight stay at a hotel in Lindsay, and then biking from Lindsay to Lakefield (or Peterborough if you wanted less distance), all along the Trans Canada Trail, with a group of 25 like-minded people. The biking was better on day two as there was much more variation in scenery, but both days, I thought the trail was well-maintained and there was lots of signage.
OBB is a project of Transportation Options, a non-profit organization dedicated to fostering sustainable mobility and tourism solutions across Ontario. For cyclists, OBB offers a variety of information on cycling in Ontario, inspiring visitors and residents to explore more by bike. For tourism industry partners, OBB is a program certifying and promoting bicycle friendly businesses and cycle tourism in a growing number of regions across Ontario.
While on the trip and over the past few days, I’ve thought a lot about the privilege of being able to participate in the ride – both my own privilege and those of the riders around me. I observed that all of the riders were white, and those we spoke to were well-educated and well-travelled. Most rode expensive bikes. All appeared healthy and able-bodied, although there were all shapes, sizes and ages (14-84).
I’ve often acknowledged in the past how lucky I have felt to have the time, money, and health to visit some fascinating parts of the world. That’s changing for me – many of you will know that I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease five months ago. In fact, some of my biker chick friends immediately said, “Let’s plan another big bike adventure while you still can come with us”.
The diagnosis has definitely changed my perspective, especially about my body and what it can do. Now don’t get me wrong. I still whinged about my tender bits and my sore shoulder last weekend, but I’m sure that a year ago, I would have obsessed about what to wear on the trip, and I definitely would have been super self-conscious of the belly bulge over my bike shorts all day. I might have even worried about how fast I could bike compared to others around me. Not this year though. Instead of worrying about being judged by strangers, I had a great, relaxed weekend chatting with Murdoch, meeting new people, and seeing new parts of our beautiful province by bike.
Perhaps for the first time in my life, I’m realizing all the things I can (still) do with my body and celebrating them without fear or judgment. Facing potentially significant changes to my mobility, I’m embracing life as never before.
Susan Fullerton, a lawyer working for the government, lives in Toronto. She is an avid traveller who has had varying levels of fitness throughout her life. These days, she’s focused on being a reformed hoarder, trying to make better choices about how she spends her time and money.
You know that thing when you discover that you’re not alone? Today I was relieved to find out that I am not alone in my love of good food and dislike of cooking. See Only 10% of Americans love cooking.
I’ve come to think of cooking as being similar to sewing. As recently as the early 20thcentury, many people sewed their own clothing. Today the vast majority of Americans buy clothing made by someone else; the tiny minority who still buy fabric and raw materials do it mainly as a hobby. If that’s the kind of shift coming to the food industry, change leaders and corporate strategists will have their hands full.
And I think there is something right about that. The people I know who like to cook really like to cook. It’s a big deal. Like knitting. Or artisanal anything.
Or they’re the serious food fitness people who meal prep and track macros and who cook all their food on Sundays.
Without so many kids around to cook for I thought I might rediscover the joy of meal planning and cooking. But no. It’s not to be. Like choosing drapes or selecting dishes that match, this falls into the class of things I assumed I’d grow up and care about some day but I don’t.
See you at the prepared food sections of the local grocery store, or microwaving bags of broccoli, grilling the occasional cheese sandwich, scrambling some eggs, boiling pasta….all food prep that falls just shy of actual “cooking.” Except Christmas. On Christmas, I cook.
Despite that when I wrote this last year I ended with, “But unless there are ways of minimizing the impact of crossing time zones, I think my days of the five-day jaunt across the Atlantic are over,” here I am again in the UK for less than one week. I modified things a bit by trying something new: a day flight across the Atlantic instead of an overnight flight. Instead of arriving in London in the morning, I got to my hotel by 10:30 at night. Bedtime! Except my body didn’t feel quite ready yet. It’s an experiment that so far isn’t going all that well. Conference sessions start today. We’ll see if the adjustment period goes any better! Cheerio!
I just got back from a quick trip to Manchester (UK) for MANCEPT, where I co-convened an amazing workshop on new approaches and questions in collective action theory (maybe you had to be there!). It was a fantastic experience because I got to spend two and a half days with thirteen other people discussing one another’s work at a level possible only when everyone has expertise in exactly the same area. It’s a rare and wonderful thing.
But leaving for the UK from Toronto at 11 p.m. on Tuesday night and arriving near noon on Wednesday morning with about four hours of terrible sleep and perhaps the worst airplane meal I’ve ever had behind me, with many hours of reading, socializing, and eating ahead of me meant that I just never quite hit my stride.
Almost the whole time I was in Manchester I felt sleep-deprived (because I was)…
As an academic who works on public health ethics, body weight and image and health behaviors, I spend a lot of time thinking and reading and writing about fatness, fat phobia, body image and discrimination. But sometimes, a girl’s gotta go teach logic.
I teach introduction to logic and critical thinking at my university, and have been doing so for a long long long long long time. So, in order to try to keep things fresh and at least moderately interesting, I add new modules to my class.
There I was, working on a new module on types of definitions and terms. There are a ton of them (if you’re interested, we meet Tues/Thurs at 12:30). But one important contrast I teach the students is between lexical and persuasive definitions. Here’s an example:
democracy: control of a group or organization by the majority of its members
democracy: government by the weak and less-qualified parts of society
The first is a neutral definition (lexical), which I got from a dictionary. The second is a persuasive definition, designed to make you disapprove of democracy. It imparts an emotive message in the purported meaning; it’s designed to distort.
In the course of looking for interesting examples for my logic slides, I came across the term “overweight”. Great, I thought– I can compare lexical and persuasive definitions!
Tried though I might to find a neutral, dictionary-type definition of overweight, I kept coming up short. Here’s an online dictionary definition:
So “overweight” means “a weight that’s so high that it’s not normal, not desirable.” It’s conveying the message that anyone who is overweight weighs too much to be considered normal, and that such a weight is not one that anyone would/should ever want. Okay– that was conveyed efficiently. Check.
Well, maybe google is a little fat phobic; I’ll try Wikipedia. Here’s what I found:
Well, it is more thorough– in its fat-shaming through claims about health and body weight. If you’re overweight, you’re not optimally healthy (sez Wikipedia). And the healthy body, if it accumulates too much storage fat, becomes impaired with respect to movement and flexibility. And– the appearance is altered.
I can see that the writer of this page tried a little harder to be neutral, but they failed. Being overweight is sub-optimal for health, and impairs movement and flexibility.
Apparently this woman didn’t read the Wikipedia page about impaired flexibility.
I can’t keep myself from posting another photo of her.
Okay, I’m done now with the pictures. But you can check out more Instagram images of her here.
I looked at a bunch of different dictionaries. Here’s Merriam Webster– a standard one.
Wow- it just keeps getting worse. Now I hear that I’m required not to have a weight above some standard, so I’m not even allowed to be overweight. And furthermore this amount of weight that I have is burdensome. Good lord.
Is it any wonder that fat phobia is so pervasive? It’s even in all the dictionaries.
I do have a proposal for dealing with the term “overweight”, and it comes from my intro logic class. There’s something called a “precising” definition, which is a definition you use when you need a very precise term for some context. So for instance, to define “adult” for purposes of registering to vote, regions have specific guidelines and requirements for when the person has to be at least 18 years old. We use precising definitions in law, medicine, and other fields where we need unambiguous terms.
So how about this? “Overweight” means “has a score of 25 or greater on the BMI scale”. We still need to futz with this to make it perfectly precise (there are different BMI scales for different demographic groups and age groups, etc.), but this is a neutral way to deal with it.
Please know– I’m not endorsing the BMI scale as meaning anything particular about us, our sizes, our health, our attractiveness or anything. But it’s a way to bury the term “overweight” in a pile of technical medical terms, where it belongs (if it indeed belongs anywhere).
The cool thing about language is that it turns on a dime. We can change it by changing our usage. The dictionaries work for US– they pick up on that usage and change their entries accordingly.
So do you use the term “overweight”? What does it mean for you? What descriptive language do you use about bodies? Or do you not tend to use it at all? I’m interested in your usage and your thoughts.
I posted on Facebook the other day that while sleep may be my super power, hot flashes are my kryptonite.
“So hot flashes, I’m not a fan. Usually I’m too cold so I thought they might not be so bad. But flinging off the blankets doesn’t help. Cold water doesn’t help. It’s like you’re heating up from the inside. I also had hoped this might miss me. I pretty much survived pregnancy three times with no bad effects. But peri-menopause, you win.”
Nat chimed in, “Ugh. Sorry. They totally suck!! Mine also come with a feeling of dread/panic. Good times.”
You see for me they are also accompanied by dread and panic. But it’s hard to tell how much of that is hot flash related. Yep. I keep waking up thinking the world is ending. Okay, the world, the planet, will be fine. It’s human beings I’m most concerned about.
Doesn’t help that I am actually worried that the world is ending. Rational dread. My fave.
Here’s a Kathy Bates lullaby to get us back to sleep, Nat.
One of the things that kills me is that all the usual medical websites say they really don’t know what causes flashes. I read that and thought, really. Really?
The Mayo Clinic unhelpfully says,
The cause of hot flashes isn’t known, but it’s likely related to several factors. These include changes in reproductive hormones and in your body’s thermostat (hypothalamus), which becomes more sensitive to slight changes in body temperature.
It’s one of those things where I find myself thinking, there’s no way men would put up with this. There would be research institutes, public awareness campaigns, and an urgent cry for a cure. They just wouldn’t put up with it.
It also put me in mind of a great piece over at Hook & Eye about breaking our feet and walking anyway. Don’t do that!
Finally, I’m also reading Susie Strachan’s piece (she’s an old friend from my Canadian University Press days) Managing Menopause.
You can tell me what worked for you. I’ll listen. Your stories interest me. But I’ve got a family history of breast cancer that makes hormone replacement therapy unlikely. I’m also still the woman menopause forgot because it’ll be months before I’m officially menopausal.