On Healthy LivingSunday, December 11, 2011
Hattie's Chicken Shack, Saratoga Springs, NY
Editor's Note: Once again, Dr Sanscravat has thoughtlessly spewed the sort of comment that is bound to attract unwanted attention from people who feel strongly about such things. The man is a mass of unbridled self-indulgence who cares little about the well-being of himself -- let alone anyone else. Since he's so fond of quoting Mark Twain, perhaps we should preface his rant with Twain's advice on the subject: "The only way to keep your health is to eat what you don’t want, drink what you don’t like, and do what you’d rather not."
A while back, I read an article that said that coffee contained something-or-other that increases one's chances of contracting cancer of the pancreas. It took about two seconds of reflection before I understood the import of this news: enjoy coffee today, and everyday, and -- just possibly -- contract a nasty disease sometime in the future.
After those two seconds passed, another thought occurred. Imagine that, when I finally arrive at the last moment of my life -- after carefully eschewing coffee for decades -- I discover that I'm dying with a perfectly healthy pancreas, a pancreas for which I no longer have any use, earthly or otherwise. How would I feel about that?
Obviously, I'd be pissed-off for having cheated myself out of years of pleasure, just because of the possibility of something unpleasant occurring.
I know that some people actually enjoy exercise, and there are folks that just don't care for cream, butter, wine, rich desserts, and similar indulgences. I know it but don't really understand it. I can live with that level of uncertainty.
What puzzles me is all of those people who do enjoy such things, but deny themselves out of concern for their health. They struggle to add five years of unsatisfactory old age to their lives by sacrificing five years of pleasure when they're still young enough to appreciate it.
What's the sense in that?