{"id":7213,"date":"2023-07-12T07:29:59","date_gmt":"2023-07-12T07:29:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/aviation-news.info\/?p=7213"},"modified":"2024-08-12T15:12:22","modified_gmt":"2024-08-12T12:12:22","slug":"weight-and-balance-for-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/aviation-news.info\/?p=7213","title":{"rendered":"Weight and balance for life"},"content":{"rendered":"
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There is a trend making inroads into our national culture that has been so slow and insidious \u2014 and we\u2019ve been less than astute at picking up on it. We\u2019re big. Really big. Bigger than we were in previous decades. This ain\u2019t good.<\/p>\n

When I was a boy every high school had the major categories of human character represented: The cool kid, the hot girl, the greaser, the jock, the nerd, and the fat kid. The bulk of the student body fell into one category or other. Most of us were not particularly cool or beautiful. We didn\u2019t have an affinity for fixing things or throwing a football. We certainly weren\u2019t on the track to Valedictorian status, and although we weren\u2019t exactly an Adonis or Aphrodite, we could pass muster as a healthy example of a human being in our age bracket.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s not the case anymore. Not for the most part, in any case. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but when the naked eye can observe something as being amiss, it is foolhardy to continue to delude ourselves into believing that big-boned, husky, and pleasantly plump are terms of endearment.<\/p>\n

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<\/center>The issue began to concern me several years ago when I was doing\u00a0Young Eagles<\/a>\u00a0flights for students from a local high school. Young Eagle flights have a way of making any pilot feel valuable, as if we are the conduit to a whole new world. Kids climb into the cockpit with us to experience something they may find exciting, or nerve-wracking, or nausea inducing. More often than not they come back from that aerial jaunt transformed, at least in the emotional sense. They\u2019ve come face-to-face with flight and realized the apparently impossible is not beyond their reach. It\u2019s eminently achievable. In half an hour their entire spectrum of possibilities is expanded beyond their belief.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s assuming they can actually make the flight.<\/p>\n

One of the kids I was tasked with flying that day was a 17-year-old boy who would be considered athletic by modern standards. Which is to say, he was big. Not overly tall. He clocked in at 5 foot 9 or 10 inches tall. He was large in girth, however. Bigger than me, and I\u2019m a pretty big boy.<\/p>\n

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<\/center>His size wasn\u2019t what concerned me about this young man. It was the fact that he couldn\u2019t get into a Cessna 152 without help. He simply didn\u2019t have the flexibility or muscle tone that would enable him to fold his legs into the cockpit without someone outside the airplane manipulating his appendages for him.<\/p>\n

This struck me as odd.<\/p>\n

He was 17 years old. In the prime of his life, so the saying goes. I was over 60 years old. Of the two of us I was taller, but lighter, more spry, far more flexible, and able to slide into my seat without difficulty. The teenager huffed, and puffed, and required a squire to fold him into the aircraft. It occurred to me he\u2019d probably need similar assistance getting out too.<\/p>\n

As a culture we\u2019ve become fat. We\u2019re out of shape. We encourage our young ones to flirt with the idea of becoming a pilot, but haven\u2019t addressed the issue of their fitness for duty.<\/p>\n

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Will teens soon be too big to get into general aviation airplanes? (Photo by Towfiqu Barbhuiya via Unsplash)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Years ago, I became acquainted with the local U.S. Army recruiter. An officer charged with overseeing multiple recruiting stations, his job, which used to involve the fairly simple tasks of taking names and loading young hopefuls onto buses headed for basic training bases, has taken on a new unfortunate twist. They simply can\u2019t find a sufficient number of young people who meet the intellectual and physical requirements to be a soldier.<\/p>\n

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<\/center>He reported that up to 90% of applicants were unfit for military service. They were denied. No matter how much they might want to establish a career, or the start of a career, by entering the military, they couldn\u2019t. In most cases it was because the applicants were so physically deficient. Overweight, out of breath, unable to run or lift weights. They were, in effect, damaged goods. And they were still in their teens.<\/p>\n

The national average today is that about three-quarters of our youth are not fit enough to enter the military. Realistically, we can postulate they will have issues with their ability to fill other positions as well. Because we\u2019re just too darned fat and out of shape.<\/p>\n

My dad was overweight throughout much of his life, from middle age onward. When he died we found lists he\u2019d made of what he\u2019d eaten that day, and wish lists of what he thought he should have eaten. It was not a pretty picture. Employees from the local McDonald\u2019s came to his wake. Apparently, he\u2019d eaten there every day for years \u2014 so often they knew his name and his regular order.<\/p>\n

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A typical meal at McDonald\u2019s. (Photo by Alia via Unsplash)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

In general terms, exercise relates to fitness, diet relates to weight. That\u2019s not entirely true, but it gets us in the ballpark of the issue. As the adults we have the responsibility to set a good example for those who come behind us. Eat better, exercise more. That\u2019s not such a difficult plan.<\/p>\n

That unbendable kid got me thinking. And thinking got me acting. I\u2019m still big, but I\u2019m 25 pounds lighter than I was at my peak. I eat better. I\u2019m more intentional about what goes into my refrigerator, my kitchen cupboard, and my meals. I\u2019ve still got a ways to go to get to my ideal weight, and maybe I never will. But the improved lifestyle is worth the effort.<\/p>\n

Changes have to be made in life. Our size and our acceptance of obesity as a normal consequence of life should be among those changes. We can do better. For ourselves and for the generations that come behind us. Because if they can\u2019t get into the aircraft, they certainly won\u2019t be able to succeed in their desire to fly it.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n