Thursday, August 10, 2006

Lazy bones.




Gah, I thought it was Friday when I woke up, but it is not, it is Thursday, which means I have one more day of this wretched week to get through. I really really hate it when that happens.
Anyhoo, A quck read of the papers this morning has set me to thinking. I speak only of Irish folk here but I'd imagine the situation is not too far removed from folk in other countries.
We are turning into a lazy shower of lazy arses...

'IRISH car owners are driving shorter distances than previously believed, covering an average of 10,500 miles annually.

This is well below previous estimates of 15,000.

However, energy consumption is continuing to rise thanks to the increasing number of cars, commercial and freight traffic on our roads.

As a result of strong economic growth there has been a 151pc jump in energy use for transport between 1990 and 2005."

Loosly traslated, this means Irish people are too lazy to walk even short distances. I'm going to use my mother has a prime example. Follow me.
My mother lives just outside a village, she is over weight. She buys a newspaper and a pint of milk every day. She gets into her car and drives the one mile to the village shop and drives the one mile back again, probably snacking on jellybabies (common family addiction).
Naturally this behaviour adds roughly one pound of fat to my mother ever two to three months or so which she then complains and moans about to whichever child might be stupid enough to pick up a ringing phone in their otherwise peaceful home.
Now, see what we have here? Cause and effect. If my mother, oh say, walked to the shop for the paper and milk every day she would be doing a few things, she would be getting exercise -good for bones and heart- she would lose some weight- good for blood pressure and heart and mental well being, she would conserve fuel and energy-good for environment. Pretty much win win? No? Wouldn't ya think?
We are not a nation of walkers. But as every years passes and waistlines expand and fuel prices rise maybe someone might-some day- ask the pertinent question. Do we really need to drive there? All those people waiting on Dawson Street to catch a bus to Rathmines, a fifteen minute walk at best. Grey faced, bored, chewing gum, shuffling their feet. Teenagers standing outside Gigs Place in Portollo waiting for a bus to take them to O'Connell Street... walk dammit. It will do you good.

14 Comments:

Anonymous two sheds jackson said...

I'm with you - honest I am - but can I get some new shoes first please? Mine gave me blisters when I did lots of walking yesterday. I've got flat feet and find getting shoes which my arch-supports will fit into very difficult. Hmmm I smell a gap in the market.... anyone know any cobblers?

11:07 a.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

You know I think you can actually get thingies to put into shoes these days that lift and support the arch, Nine West used to do them. Velly velly GUD, they are too.

11:26 a.m.  
Blogger grimsaburger said...

The thing about blisters, you keep walking and they turn into callouses, and then they don't hurt so much anymore. I had the opportunity of visiting your lovely city twice this summer for a couple weeks and got to break in my feet pretty well before heading up to Belfast and out to Cork, mainly because I wasn't going to spend the time to figure out public transit. And about "breaking in my feet," they talk about breaking in one's shoes, but that's a load of crap. Of course the downside has been now that I'm home, I need a dozen or so pedicures to make them appropriate for public display again. But you won't hear me complain, no sir, since in the States we don't tend to make our cities walkable at all, at least in the middle where I am. My parents were astonished to hear that I walk up to campus from my house (2 1/2 miles, about 40 minutes hauling a bag). I've found that it's the people who have spent time abroad who are most willing to give up the car for anything under 3 miles around here. I think we see the thinner folks over there and make the obvious conclusions.
You should start screaming at people in cars that they're going to turn into fat Americans. If that won't scare them I don't know what will.

1:22 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Oh I get ya. When I lived abroad I walked everywhere, so I got used to it. It amazes me when I see some of my friends getting taxis and the bus for the most miniscule journeys, and seeing as traffic is so terrible most of the time walking is quicker!

1:54 p.m.  
Blogger Andraste said...

Agreed! Even though I now own a truck, I walk any distance under 2.5 miles. The only excuse I would make for taking the truck is if I'm shopping and have too much stuff to carry back. Cat litter, large groceries, etc.

My husband takes his car to the corner store (1/4 mile at most) to buy a 12-pack of beer. And his family has a history of heart disease! Drives me NUTS.

2:15 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm totally with you on the walking thing. Last year I walked my ass off on our country roads and managed to lose over three and a half stone in doing so. If I can do it, who can't? What bugs me when I'm walking in a city though is people who doddle, families who monopolise the street; admonishing their kids in public, and older women of a certain age group who, because they have had kids and have served their husbands for nigh on 40 years, believe they have the right to barge through you as though you were invisible. Argh!! Sorry rant over...maybe I need some Chocolate?

2:34 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Oh Andraste, heart disease, blood pressure you name it it runs rampant in, so I totally understand your frustration.
Annoymous, old vicious ladies with shopping trolleys are the absolute worst. The can hack an ankle quicker than you can say BEN HUR!

2:53 p.m.  
Blogger finn said...

i hate walking.
walking means i'm injured and i hate being injured so by associative magic i hate walking.

[your swearing post put me in rather a mood, ms cat.]

5:30 p.m.  
Blogger finn said...

what's the status on the house, btw? did the paramour make an offer?

5:34 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

What sort of mood, dear heart? Dunno 'bout the house yet, he's got some surveyor dude from the bank going up to to see it in the morning to gawk about the place. Well... we'll know then won't we? I mean we too, as soon as I hear from him y'all will know, fingers crossed for some kind of terrible hurricane.

5:39 p.m.  
Blogger Springfield said...

seriously, i live in a part of the states that until recently, has been dubbed 'the fattest state in america'. say hello to wisconsin, ladies and gents. beer, cheese, and more beer. 'tis the lifestyle.

anyway, gas prices here just keep going up and up and up. so i sold the car, bought a sweet ass bike, and quit the job that required a commute. so far, so good.

although i must say i'm not exactly relishing the thought of winter.

7:25 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

You'll reap the benefits though Springfield when you arte hotness itself by spring. Blasted alcohol. If I didn't drink I'd be a thin as a whippet.

7:30 p.m.  
Blogger Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

My problem with walking, where I live in small town America, is that there are no pavements. Nobody thought to build any and so taking, for example, a jolly little ramble with your toddlers turns into a game of wits with speeding cars whose owners all apparantly want to turn myself and the sprogs into just another warm oozy lump of roadkill, the merciless California sunshine slowly turning us into people jerky that some poor municipal worker will have a devil of a time scraping off the tarmac.

So I have invested in a treadmill which I use faithfully for half an hour every day. It is my pride and joy and has become the place where I stomp out the frustrations of the day and let the ryhthmic padpadpad of my feet soothe all the bad beasties away.

It'd be nice not to have to drive somewhere just to take a walk though. I really miss that about Scotland.

6:28 a.m.  
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