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We have gotten into the bad habit of thinking that having a lean, athletic body and "eating right" is a moral path that will lead us to Eternal Life. The reality is a little different. Any and all serious athletic training can, and will, raise stress hormone levels, and they eventually lead to inflammatory processes like atherosclerosis, arthritis and the like, and other forms of accelerated aging.
Even dieting is stressful -- especially if you're constantly getting feedback that you are worthless because your body is not pleasing to the eyes of moral (i.e., slim) people.
I think that the best path to good health is to de-stress while making planned, non-abrupt changes in your eating and exercise. Some problems require a full-out effort, but simply refraining from beating yourself up goes a long, long way.
There are also some things you can't control. Jim Fixx, I originally heard, had a congenital heart problem. So did John Ritter, and this week, we lost Alex Chilton for the same reason. I knew Mr. Chilton, mainly as a fan, but had the opportunity to chat with him a few times. He certainly had an "edge" in the 1980s, though he was unfailingly polite (even with jackasses like me). Recently, like 7-8 years ago, I found that he was almost content, if you can imagine such a thing -- and no less incisive or musically adept, either. And he died this week, WAY too young, IMO. But I'd like to think he did enjoy most of his whole 59-year-long ride.
I've known a lot of musicians over the years. They really are, as a group, the modern saints of our neo-sinful world. Even plenty of non-smokers have died early. Barry Cowsill, for example, died in Hurricane Katrina, and it almost got Chilton, too. (And Antoine "Fats" Domino, Susan Cowsill, Vicki Peterson, and others. Heckuva job, eh?) If you are serious about music, once you and your pals reach about 40, make sure to keep tissues in stock.
I'm still quite overweight, and 51, but three years after making some serious changes in how I live, my heart is essentially FREE from all plaque. I've even had a couple bouts of cellulitis -- skin infections from staph and strep infections -- and no damage was done. I exercise and eat better, but I'm not too strict about it. The real key is reducing stress and finding something compelling in one's life after you're no longer young and pretty. And then if you die in spite of your best efforts, at least you had a good time before check-out!
Granted, I never smoked, and may have superior genetic SIRT1 expression, but I was quite ill from 1998-2005. Learning to enjoy being alive made the other changes a lot easier and even fun. Perfection still eludes me, but I'm not all that concerned now.
And I'm almost deaf (from non-music-related causes). But I still love music, even though it's a lot less auditorially "full". Writing, playing, and singing never felt better. I may drop dead tomorrow, but today, I'm alive.
So eat your vegetables and sing!
--d!
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