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    • CommentAuthoreggzoomin
    • CommentTimeDec 13th 2007
    Sticking this in the Zoo, 'cause I don't know what else to do with it.

    I was curious as to how you lot feel about your bodies. Is it just a meat vehicle, carrying your consciousness about? Do you maintain it, like some people have cars serviced? Do you ignore it, like some people DON'T have their cars serviced? Does anyone (and here my voice drops to a heretical whisper) like sport?

    I'll kick off. After many years of treating my body as something to be either ignored or a input system for food/sex/drugs, I finally got fit this year, as in put on 40 pounds of muscle fit, due to my job. To my surprise, I rather like exercise - it's painful but it does feel nice after and there's a certain satisfaction at looking in the mirror and thinking that for the first time in my life, I actually look healthy. Sportwise, I haven't played anything in a long time, but I AM an avid follower of Tottenham Hotspur and watch boxing, snooker and occasionally martial arts. I don't know if UFC counts as a proper sport, but I quite like that, too.
    • CommentAuthorThe Skoot
    • CommentTimeDec 13th 2007
    Don't like sport. Used to enjoy watching football or cycling on occasion, but I grew out of it. Never liked taking part in sport of any kind. It's like how some people won't like video games or comic books - the whole thing just isn't my cup of tea.

    I wouldn't exactly say I'm in terrific shape, but I'm not too bad. I try not to treat my body too badly, and I at least do better than my flatmate, who has two meals: fish fingers on top of chips on top of baked beans, with a quarter of a bottle of ketchup poured on top; and takeaway pizza. I'm well aware that I could do better though, both in terms of diet and exercise, and plan to join a gym in the new year when I have money again - my job gives me money towards any fees, which should come in handy.
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    I don't think of it as a meat vehicle, because I recognize that it's the matter of the meat vehicle that makes me who I am, chemicals and all.

    That being said, I've been trying to pay more attention to my body lately. My partner and I went vegan at the beginning of the year (both of us after several years of vegetarianism), and I've lost 30 lbs since. We've also started going to the gym, but I have a hard time making it a regular thing, as much as I should (and as much as we're paying for it!) I'm still a good 40-50 lbs over my goal weight. Being vegan results in the reading of many a food label, so I'm far more conscious about what actually goes into my body then I used to be, and we find ourselves making dinner from scratch instead of relying on boxed up prep-foods. The only arena I'm completely ignorant in, regarding my diet, is that of soda and other caffeinated bevereages: since I have both chemical and habitual addictions to caffeine, I drink a lot of diet soda and all of the empty manufactured chemicals that they entail.

    As far as watching sports? What's the point?
    • CommentTimeDec 13th 2007
    As far as watching sports? What's the point?

    Indeed ^__^

    Taking care of my body, however, is something I give high priority. I used to be all CBA about it but I changed my attitude and I'm glad I did, I have a lot more energy, I'm more creative, my mood is better, it's easier to get out of bed in the morning. What I do is I practice martial arts twice a week, I don't own a car so I walk/bike everywhere, I don't eat mammals, I rarely eat white bread, I eat almost no fast food, and I try to keep my refined sugar intake as low as I can. Still, I'm not fanatic about it, I do my best to enjoy life as well, so I make exceptions to many of these rules when I feel like. Not too often though. Oh and alcohol is pretty much my only drug, no nicotine/caffeine/heavier stuff for me.

    You get used to it, it's not difficult and if you ask me, it's so worth it.
    • CommentAuthorPooka
    • CommentTimeDec 13th 2007
    I'm always annoyingly aware of my body. I'm 27 years old and I've had a rare and debilitating case of psoriatic arthritis since I was about 13. It wasn't really bad until about four years ago. I had a bit of pain in only one knee for a long time, so I stayed active. I walked everywhere I had to go (I hated driving and didn't get my license until I was eighteen, and my dad forced me to.). I usually lived in town so I could walk from school. I was pretty healthy...Too thin perhaps, but I had a really high metabolism and couldn't gain weight very well, but I was still healthy mostly...
    But over the last four years, a couple years after i moved to this polluted little town called Morehead, It's steadily gotten worse over the years without treatment (I'm poor, in very little help medically. I use herbal pain relievers. Medication for my disorder is about fifteen hundred bucks a month) It's an immune system disfunction... so i stay tired and lethargic and get sick alot. Now the arthritis is in my index finger of my right hand (that's the one that pissed me off the most. It's my drawing hand and I can't hold a pencil for very long anymore), the index finger and thumb of my left hand, my left elbow, my jaw, my knees, hips, and one toe...i've been wheelchair bound whenever i had to shop because i couldn't stay on my feet that long. That lasted for about six months and I really got sick of it in the end.
    I also started taking an antidepressant that's supposed to help you gain weight and is used in long term pain cases.
    I'm way too thin these days...i eat, but I can't gain weight..i'm pretty sure it's related to my physical issues.
    But I've always taken care of myself generally in everyway I can...I try to eat healthy, unfortunately my medication makes me crave sweet stuff, so i eat a hell of alot more junkfood than I husband is a carnivore mostly...he refuses to eat most vegatables, so my meals are kinda bland...corn, peas, potatoes, meat...but I try to fix myself extra veggies or more variety of sides...and i drink way too much coffee...but you kinda half to, to run a business, take care of children, pets, and a household.
    I do however have alot of personal maintenence things I do every day. I haven't been toa dentist in about ten years. I've never had a cavity, but I'm going to have to bite the bullet soon and get my wisdom teeth pulled. I scrape plaque off myself with my own tools and brush my teeth every day. I also take really good care of my skin. Lotion once a day and facials...girly stuff...
    Wow...I didn't mean to ramble on as long as i did, but i don't get to express my frustrations about this subject that often. In conclussion though...i do the best i can but genetics and a very poor health care system thwarted my attempts at a healthy body.
    I get even more frustrated because I could have helped my husband out a whole lot more with his photography if I were healthy. My myspace picture with the red hood on is the last session i was able to participate in. We planned on doing a whole fairytale series, but now my joints are all knobby and mismatched and I just don't look like I need to for the shots...bitch bitch bitch. I'll stop now..
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    Hate its limitations, the way it looks, the way it functions or fails to function. I try to take care of it to a certain extent, but I get no love--my back hurts so I rest and stop walking for exercise, I gain weight while my back heals, start up walking again but now my foot hurts, try lifting weights but it doesn't agree with my back, and waltz me around again Willie.

    Can't wait to get rid of it and inhabit something better.
    • CommentTimeDec 13th 2007
    The whole thing is disgusting. All those dreadful processes going on, it's impossible to take a sip of water without being grossed out and eating has always been a horrifying experience. Just the sound of quiet chewing is repulsive. I maintain a reasonably low weight (I don't keep track of numbers but as long as I see ribs it's low) with my poor eating habits, smoking, and occasional sicknesses. Sports, no, not my bag. Used to do gymnastics at school, was good at it but hated it. Walked a lot before I moved to the USA, liked it but never saw it as exercise. Spine is a little wonky from being hit by a car and refusing to go with paramedics for treatment because I was on my way to the pub. Brain could be worse.

    With all the pores and veins and secretions and weird noises, I don't know how anyone can feel at ease in a meat vehicle.
    • CommentAuthorElohim
    • CommentTimeDec 13th 2007
    I'm a little too fat since I damaged the ligaments in my right leg a year ago. Soon I shall take up martial arts again, and shall become relatively healthy again.

    I say too fat instead of overweight because eighteen months ago I was technically obese - my muscle ratio was too high for the BMI. Ah well, can't trust maths, can you? Even Einstein agreed with that:
    “...what we are sure about in reality is not reflected in mathematics and what we're sure about in mathematics is not reflected in reality.”
    • CommentAuthortomas
    • CommentTimeDec 13th 2007
    I walk like a fiend, more or less eveywhere walkable. Funny metabolism so I'm slim as can be. Now I'm past 30 I'm vaguely conscious of eating well and not overdoing the drinking and smoking, but vaguely is the key word.
    I have several fun physical oddities - one earlobe (not by being chewed off by manic k9's, just natures thumbprint), a couple of slightly webbed toes, a shallow dent in one side from a basketball injury, but really nothing to complain about.
    I know what you mean about all the processes continuously churning away. We're all careering meat.
    • CommentAuthoreggzoomin
    • CommentTimeDec 13th 2007 edited
    Regarding why I watch sport... well, it's somethng you either like or don't, so I don't expect to change anyone's mind here. However, personally, I have both intellectual friends, who I talk about literature and concepts and music with and non-intellectual friends, who I watch sports with and sometimes get horribly drunk and so on. In terms of the things I enjoy about it, I appreciate the craft shown watching Ronaldinho cross and jink, Berbatov turn a defender or Cech save a penalty every bit as much as I appreciate the craft in a book, comic or song. It's just a different skill set - it might not be to your taste, but it's not invalid. There's a strong social aspect to sport that I like too - when my friends and I watch a team or individual we favour win, there's a shared joy, something else that we can deconstruct together and in doing so affirm our closeness.

    Best of all, most of my friends overlap these mundane, poorly defined circles. My best mate is an industrial electrician and bodybuilder who can talk about electroavant noise as fluently as he can Sheffield Wedsnesday, another friend who's a professional musician can discuss philosophy and literature brilliantly - and was captain of his school's football and cricket teams. One of the drummers I know is completing a fine art degree. A long distance truck driver who's another mate is a fantastic drummer and expert on boxing. On my birthday last year, we all got together, got wrecked, talked about a LOT of things and watched a boxing match.

    As far as my own regimen and intake go... I was a drug addict for about nine years, finally got clean 11 months ago - weighed 130 pounds at 6' tall. I got quite ill a few years back and changed my eating habits to plenty of good protein and low fat carbs, as well as some green things and plenty of water, noticing my mental health and energy levels improve radically as a result. I very rarely drink alcohol at all any more, but still smoke Marlboro Red and drink a lot of coffee. I'll admit some vanity since I gained those 40 pounds - I like to buy nice clothes when I can afford them these days, I had very manky long hair and a huge beard, which have gone in favour of being clean-shaven and popping to Toni & Guy now and again.
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    I hate my body, but I respect it. We're not friends, but I recognize it has worth.

    I try to walk on the treadmill at least once a week, I'm learning American Tribal Style bellydance (which is friggin' HARD, btw), and I've been trying to eat more veggies/fruits and fewer calories/fat during the week. Weekends are a toss-up. I don't drink often, but admittedly I can't give up my clove cigarettes just yet.

    I'm an avid supporter of overcaffeination. Yeah.

    I'd like to be slimmer and more fit, but my body conspires against me. It gets a kickin'. I wax my control issues by manipulating my hair into doing things that make god blush a wee bit.
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    "Does anyone (and here my voice drops to a heretical whisper) like sport?"

    I played sports until I destroyed my left knee playing rugby at 14. I still watch international rugby (I was on the school rugby team until said knee-destroying) and the occasional football match. I'd also been a sprinter, a relay runner, a javelin thrower and a shotputt thrower.

    Sumo, of course, is the finest sport on earth. But I don't shout at the sumo on tv as much as I do when there's a rugby match on. I shout quite a lot at the rugby, because England are so fucking terrible and because Jonny Wilkinson has debased the sport in general by making everyone want to fucking kick the ball (and this is where I go into a rant so I stop here).
    • CommentAuthoreggzoomin
    • CommentTimeDec 13th 2007
    Well, bugger. For some reason, I really didn't expect THAT answer! I also shout at the TV, especially when England are playing football - mainly cursing the name and parentage of the manager. One hilariously drunken night, my neighbours came over to complain about me and a friend shouting at sport on telly. We were watching snooker.
    • CommentAuthortomas
    • CommentTimeDec 13th 2007
    I used to be the captain of my school fencing team and the fifth best in England when I was 13, just before I discovered the Jesus and Mary Chain and smoking. It was one way or the other in the end...
    • CommentTimeDec 13th 2007
    I hike from time to time, but not enough to call myself a hiker really. Used to run up until about age 16. Other than that, (ir)regular bouts of sex is the only real exercise I get. Try to eat right, try not to drink too much. Quit smoking a few times, this time on well over a year now. Lost 10 pounds over the past few months, need to lose 20 more. I hate the gym, makes me feel like a mouse on a wheel.

    What pisses me off is that if you ignore your brain but care for your body, you'll live a long healthy life. The other way around, like I prefer, and you're toast. Sucks.

    PS: High fructose corn syrup is THE DEVIL!
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    I played a lot of basketball when I was in my teens, and walked a lot, did canoeing and stuff when I could. The meat machine worked well for me, and then I got into bands and was playing either drums or keys in seven different bands for a couple of years and working as a freelance musician. Lots of heavy lifting and hard playing kept me pretty fit. Then I got ME/CFS when I was about nineteen. At the end of the first year I weighed in at seven and a half stone and on two separate occasions, rare days of feeling well enough to go stumbling around the streets of Glasgow, people tried to score smack from me. I spent the best part of the next three years in bed, studying for my degree when I could, going to basically fuck all classes, but I managed to get through it okay (academically at least, let's just say socially university was a hermit-like experience for me).

    Nothing makes you so aware of your meat nature as crippling pain, extreme fatigue and the sudden discovery that you can't do any of the things you used to do without thinking. On a good day about four years after I got ill I played a few pick-up games of basketball with some friends and couldn't go more than a couple of minutes before I needed a twenty minute rest. And the next day I spent in bed recovering after playing perhaps half an hour of basketball in total. Shameful.

    And now I'm thirty two and I've had this thing for thirteen years and I'm just getting to the point where I'm not really ill any more. I had perhaps a dozen days of crippling pain or fatigue this year, and I can do a lot of things again. But now I'm overweight because exercise has been difficult the past decade, and I'm just starting to get back into that now. My kit drumming is about a fifth of where it was before I was ill - I can remember how to play the stuff but my body's not up to it - and I don't even bother with hand percussion any more. But the worst thing is that my natural reaction in relation to my body is now one of distrust. I don't know whether I can do what I want to do, what I need to do, and everything is a gamble. And I didn't even have a particularly serious illness; it's not like it's terminal or anything, and I've made a fairly decent recovery and managed to hold down a job. But there's always that worry now, about what I can do and what I can't do.

    Oh, and I do kind of like sports, like watching them, like playing them. I just haven't indulged that much because of the fucking illness.

    Meh, long post of rambling irrelevance probably. Sorry.
    • CommentAuthoreggzoomin
    • CommentTimeDec 13th 2007 edited
    I thought that was a bloody good post, actually. You told us about some things that happened and what they made you think and feel with honesty. Those were good words, then. Not only that, but I asked what people thought and felt about their bodies and you told us just that. Relevant.

    If you're interested in some kit drumming approaches and possible recovery methods, let me know.
    • CommentTimeDec 13th 2007
    I'm having a time out until I can learn some manners.
    Gained a LOT of weight in the past few years but recently have started doing more about it. I am a carnivore so I have taken to hunting ,fishing and processing
    my own meat and fish. Luckily I live where I can do that. Wild meat is much better tasting and better for you. People forget that humans wer an apex predator and if we all suddenly stop hunting it will have a terrible effect on the ecosystem just like wiping out any other apex predator. Although I sometimes think if you are not willing to kill and butcher an animal yourself you should go Vegetarian. Hunting makes you much more a part of nature than just rambling around like a tourist.
    I bought a bow and plan to give that a try next year. I also buy most of my produce from the local Hutterites (amish with trucks). Most of my food comes from a few miles of my house. Hopelessly addicted to sugar and butter though.

    I got very lucky as to the meat machine. That extra Y chromosome deserves most of the credit. Not much into sport other than stuff I do myself like Motorcycles
    (Rossi is the Musashi of the sport) UFC although the first few years were far more interesting before it all came down to gracie style.
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    i've just now at 26 started taking care of myself, but unfortunately its still not enough i think. i have cut out hard liquor and begun eating much healhier. i need to quit smoking, as i can feel the positive effects after stopping for as little as three days. i destroy my body at hardcore shows, theres only so many falls you can take before knees and elbows and ankles begin to feel the cumulative damage of over a decade of dancing, jumping off of shit, and just having fun. its likely that exercise and taking it a little bit easier will help me feel better in general. i hope so, as i am sick of feeling like i am just beating my body up. hilariously, just a month ago i was extolling how i dont care about how i destroy my body. im kind of unbalanced.
  7.  (287.20)
    I used to swim four/five times a day. Represented England twice many moons ago. Had to change strokes after too much breaststroking destroyed my hips and knees, leading me to need a cane for some time afterward.

    Then I became 23, started to study nursing and discovered (a) girls and (b) booze.

    I think I've been in a pool twice since then (13 years ago).

    Basically my body is fucked - I work rotating 12 hour shifts with no break (no matter what EU treaties might say) and eat shite takeaways because that's all I can get. I know pretty much every kebab and chicken shop in East London. Luckily I only get fat when I drink beer.

    The shift work will probably give me heart disease, diabetes and cancer - it already affects my mind and I'm so tired all the time and I have no energy to do 'sport', nor could I do it regularly because of said shift patterns.

    Work also puts me in close proximity to contagiously sick people from around the world. I'm always carrying some sort of illness from one of my punters - if anyone ever catches Ebola in the UK it'll be me. Shift work also knackers your immune system.


    I have a good knowledge of my body and understand the placebo effect, I imagine myself invincible and believe that this positive thinking is what is keeping me going. My will is what gives me strength in my arms, and my nastiness is what lets be get out of bed.

    Maybe one day I'll look after myself - at 36 I'm probably more than halfway through life. I just need the motivation to do it - like the smoker who quits after his first heart attack. Perhaps it'll start when I get delivery of one of these, maybe it's a waste of money - but I like this breathing lark and would rather do it for as long as I can.

    I'm also holding out hope for Life Extension.

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