During a recent annual doctor’s visit, I had the pleasure of hearing (how many times now?) I needed to lose 25 pounds. Nothing new to me and perhaps this time I will actually do what it takes to become leaner. Last night I had a vision about the economic atmosphere and began drawing parallels between my weight and our global employment crisis. Wondering if such a correlation exists, I propose the following:
For the past ten years I did not worry about what I ate or the amount or what I ate. Oh, those were the days of hot fudge, plenty of ice cream, lots of grease (who can resist onion rings?), and four meals a day. Worries of larger sized britches and an increasingly uncomfortable lower back were placed on the back burner. In reflection, it seemed as if my body could handle everything without consequence (okay, so a pound or two crept up as the months and years flew by). Unfortunately, Tony Curtis’ song forgot things do end…
Those were the days, my friend
We thought they’d never end
We’d sing and dance forever and a day
We’d live the life we’d choose
We’d fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way
Sorry Tony I realize you just turned 84 (two months ago) but I am getting close to 50 years of age and it’s time to realize (and sacrifice) for the error of my dietary ways.
Ten years ago the global economy and employment rate was going better than good. Heck, we had it all, low unemployment, impressive industrial growth, and just about everyone was purchasing a home (or getting ready to). Yep, those were the days of gluttony without worry of consequence. Without doubt, those were the days…
So many were young not only in years but in experience; but ten years has a way of creeping on in a blink. Over the past ten years we accrued a great deal of excessive fatty tissues from which to rake up credit card debt on the promise that tomorrow would exceed the profits of yesterday. Where’s Tony when we need him now?
Yep, it was a good run and we ate, and ate, and then ordered dessert in a fight we thought we would never lose while the band played in the background!
Today, our economy, employment, and overall health are paying for the excesses of song and dance. No longer are we experiencing the days of all you can eat buffets (metaphorically). Rather, businesses, families, and just about everyone must go on a diet, some due to health reasons, some due to economic circumstance, and some due to a combination of both. Will this be as fun a ride as we experienced in the not too distant past? I’m not sure but I do realize there are positives and opportunities in all challenges; either way I can always watch reruns of Spartacus.
Last night I had the pleasure of dining out (just another way of contributing to economic growth via spending) and carried a new approach to the table. Elaine and I shared a main entrée as the issue of excess (and the constant nagging from my doctor) flooded our minds. After the meal, both of us were comfortable; neither stuffed to the gill (in my typical fashion) and neither feeling guilty about the evening.
Being lean does not mean being without pleasures or being in jeopardy. This morning I jumped on the scale and noticed two ounces missing…a good start. Thinking about our economy and employment rate, perhaps chipping away two ounces at a time can be a lesson we all can share. After all, have you noticed the sense of entitlement in every crack and cranny of our existence? Perhaps it is time to get back in shape, to shed a few pounds, to share a main entrée, to help others in need, to become less self-centered, and to become MORE human.
My doctor probably did not intend for her request for me to place my weight in check to become an economic philosophical model, but it has. Can you lose the weight, the excess, the sense of entitlement?
And one more thing while on the subject, Mr. Curtis, you will always remain one of the best…
Danny Huffman, MA, CPRW, CPCC, CEIP
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