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Susan's Scribblings the Blog
  • Who the Heck is Kayewer?
  • Tag: fitness

    • Stress Test

      Posted at 3:18 pm by kayewer, on September 13, 2025

      There is a substance called cortisol in our bodies, frequently known as a “fight or flight” hormone we feel when stress is high. Our adrenal glands pump this hormone out in large quantities when we are scared or overstimulated, and if we deal with this type of elevated mood for too long, it can cause health problems. Common issues include abdominal weight gain, poor sleep, irritability, and even a condition known as Cushing’s Syndrome in which the face also gets fat and round, and one gains a hump on the back.

      That doesn’t explain Quasimodo being a hunchback, but he sure experienced a lot of stress as the town victim, subject to their abuse and derision.

      The diet, food and drug industries have been providing lots of verbiage about how to handle cortisol. The diet industry wants us to lower our numbers by eating a certain way, the food industry wants us to eat their products, and the drug industry wants us to regulate everything with their medications.

      I recently journeyed down a rabbit hole filled with factoids and falsities about cortisol. Well-sculpted bodybuilders touted capsaicin pills, while drug salesmen discussed the benefits of ashwagandha in a capsule, and the diet gurus rambled on and on about their health programs to shred pounds.

      At one point I discovered that food companies had once bought out the most popular diet conglomerates. This means that Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig and Slim Fast were overseen by somebody who sells food that might not be good for us. Imagine that. By the way, Slim Fast is now owned by an overseas nutrition company, Weight Watchers shifted away from Nestle’s ownership and is struggling after a bankruptcy filing, and Jenny Craig succumbed in 2023.

      The difficult part of losing weight is not simply eating less or changing our diets, exercising more, injecting or using a chemical in a pill. It’s a combination of factors such as what foods we eat, what is in them, and what our lives are like when we are not seated at a table or counter at a meal.

      The stresses in our lives cannot be denied as contributors to our levels of cortisol and the obesity problem we have in our country. Other countries don’t seem to have the same issues, and their daily lives are much less stressful. Their foods are also much “cleaner,” with many countries banning a huge percentage of the ingredients we still consume in the US daily. I reported before on additives to crops which have been given the green light by regulatory agents here while being shunned elsewhere. Several of the factors in combination can cause problems. The only way to remove the problem is to remove the causes, and that seems impossible in today’s emotional climate.

      With the number of people having moved out of the country and repatriated to other places, it would be interesting to follow up with any obese or high cortisol patients and see how their stress and body masses have changed in five years.

      I’ll bet none of them will look like Quasimodo.

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    • Cause and Effect

      Posted at 8:59 pm by kayewer, on March 29, 2025

      When my primary care doctor recommended I see a foot specialist, I felt no urge to protest. I hadn’t had any major issues with my feet for a long time, so I was likely overdue for a check-up. The appointment was set, I went and met my new best friend who would help my feet carry me into my golden years in good health.

      She examined my tootsies and prescribed a cream to help with dry skin, and I immediately began using it. Over the time I’ve been applying it, my feet have never looked better, and for that I’m grateful.

      However, any time you use something to get rid of one problem, other problems can take their place.

      Anybody who watches prescription drug commercials here in the US and New Zealand (the only two places in the world where they are allowed to air on public TV networks) knows that the most common side effects of most prescriptions are headache, diarrhea, and abdominal pain. Other side effects we often hear about are pain at the site where a medicated injection is given, tiredness, or even thoughts of taking oneself out of the picture permanently (usually grouped under “thoughts or actions,” as if one who is past the ready and aim stage and are ready to “fire” whatever end means they plan to employ are going to interrupt it to think “Gee, it might be that new medication”).

      My side effect is that my feet are so devoid of the protection from that dry skin, that today I managed to kill my heels. My better shoes, used for trips to the theatre and more mature activities which call for leaving the sneakers at home, betrayed me by not only leaving color residue on my nylons, but chafing both heels to the point of blisters. I needed to walk around like that this afternoon, then come home and apply the giant-sized adhesive bandages to my poor aching peds. It will be days before they are healed.

      My heels are healing.

      Which leaves me with an interesting quandary. Do I enjoy soft feet, or do I allow for the protection of calluses? How will my new doctor take the news, I wonder. I certainly don’t want to give up nice shoes, but considering years of the awkward growth of my wide feet (which makes shoes expensive), damage from pointe ballet in my youth and weight gain in old age which can put a burden on those important transport body parts, maybe I need to compromise.

      Fortunately I got enough walking done that I won’t be at a deficit on my weekly step count, but boy are my feet sore. No marathons in my future.

      Oh, and as part of my day’s routine, I picked up two new pairs of shoes.

      And the circle in the life of my feet comes around once again.

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    • And Her Shoes Were #9

      Posted at 2:14 pm by kayewer, on February 3, 2024

      Feet are possibly the most overlooked but important part of the human anatomy. Because we walk on them, play sports with them and sometimes gauge our health by them, we often are reminded to be kind to our feet when they complain to us.

      After nearly four years of working from home, many people’s feet have become accustomed to not being in shoes, and this has come back to annoy us in the form of pain when we try to jam them into shoes.

      Last summer I dealt with the consequences of too many days in slipper-shod feet when a favorite pair of sandals betrayed me on the first day of vacation. I was at the shore and needed to pick up the keys to my home for the week, but parking was already becoming difficult, and I had just found a sweet spot near the unit I was renting. No problem, I thought; I’ll walk to the realtor and get the keys.

      I started walking the twelve blocks to the offices, when the soles of my feet began to burn. I pushed through it, got my keys and walked back, but in increasingly severe pain. By the time I got my things moved in and sat down, I removed the sandal on my right foot to find an oozing blister the size of my foot pad. The sandal’s insole was darkened from the leak that had drained onto it. Other than the footwear for the beach, I didn’t pack extra shoes. After a (painful) quick stop at the local pharmacy for blister bandages, I pushed through as the discomfort subsided. I even walked the boardwalk every day. Ultimately it took two months for the wound to heal.

      As I tried to go through my supply of footwear, I was finding that every pair seemed to irritate some part of my foot. This would never do. So, off to the shoe store I went.

      Because my feet have always been wide width, I never went to an ordinary shoe store, even as a child. If I managed to find something there, it was a treat, such as when I was able to (comfortably) wear a pair of Candies (a shoe that was a must-have in the late 1970s), or when the now-defunct Payless Shoe Source managed to stock one or two pairs I could be comfortable in.

      My go-to shoe store is an old-fashioned (by today’s standards) place in which a sales associate measures your feet, has a stockroom of lengths and widths to fit a basketball player or a baby, and the shoes they stock are top quality and meant to last.

      The sales associate measured my feet and broke the news to me: I’ve gained a size.

      It’s a fact of life that as we age, we gain sizes. Some of us gain in our guts and butts, but most also gain in the tootsies. I went from an average size and non-average width to a larger in both. And I never could play basketball.

      We tried on a pair of sneakers similar to what I wore in (and which I had bought there the prior autumn). He checked my customer history and adjusted the try-on pair up a width; they fit like a glove. A painless glove for my feet. I came home with them.

      But what about everyday nice shoes that don’t look like they belong on a basketball court? I mentioned one of the popular manufacturer’s common styles, and he brought out a pair to try on. They, too, fit beautifully in the wider size, but color-wise were designed for a formal event. The style was so popular, they were not in stock, so we ordered a pair in basic everyday black.

      So now I have the burden of going through my shoes and seeing if any can be salvaged; if not, the store has a charity bin which will ensure their use by somebody in need.

      This is how things should be: when somebody buys and then donates to somebody who needs and has no funds to buy, good shoes live on comforting somebody else’s feet. Somebody with feet that have never been on a basketball court.

      My shoe collection had been a sizeable one for when I worked in an office every day, so now I will whittle it down to just what I will need as I won’t be in a building ever again before retirement. So my army of shoes will be decimated, and their replacements will be bigger and wider.

      Just like the person walking in them.

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