Orson Carter said
I'm 75. I don't fit in with some of the 'been going downhill for ages' generalisations that are being made here. In some respects that's good
Unfocussed Mike said
I still seem to have quite a feisty metabolism at half a century old, but I have extremely poor impulse control and the only way I avoid overeating cakes and biscuits is to avoid those aisles in the supermarket. When I give in and buy biscuits it will be one plain pack from nearest the end of the aisle so I don't walk through to make choices.
There is also something I have wondered about and wonder about increasingly: do people who get up earlier and not work late have better metabolic control? There's some evidence that "larks" choose healthier foods to "night owls" and thus that with contemporary diets, weight might be a chronotype thing.
People over 75 typically wake earlier and sleep earlier regardless of their earlier life chronotype.
I'm 75. Until I was about 40 I was skinny. Now I'm overweight but not obese. I like food. I like cooking. I do get exercise (my two dogs need a good walk every day). I don't wake early.
My problem is snacking. Even after eating well during the day (i.e. I'm not hungry), in the evening I'm likely to think 'I know what's in the cake cupboard and I know that it will taste good'. And I weaken.
A few years ago I had hypnotherapy to stop me snacking. I asked the guy if he could find my brain (a challenge in itself) and then implant the notion that if I'm not hungry I don't need to eat. It worked for about six months, but then willpower started to be needed again. :(
Analyse that. :)
I must say, my willpower-substitute strategy will fall apart if I ever share a living space with someone with better willpower than me! It absolutely only works because I live alone and I don’t have a cake cupboard or a biscuit tin. If I buy cakes or biscuits at all, it’s one small pack with the expectation that I will eat them before the idea of them going stale is part of the equation. I never buy more cake/biscuits than I would gobble in an evening, and I only go to the supermarket every five days or so. On foot, at that, so I have to shop pragmatically.
Similarly I can’t have sugar or honey at home, and I don’t have alcohol in the house. Lockdown completely revolutionised my diet because I had to resort to rare delivery slots and I made unavoidably sensible choices about cooking and ingredients with decent shelf life.
Right now I am in a Nero, and I have had a slice of their worryingly good white chocolate gingerbread cake. I will gain weight this winter. Which is why I at least walk all the way up the hill to the more distant Nero rather than ever allowing myself to go to the one around the corner. It has to be something I do more deliberately.
There’s a Pizza Express at the bottom of the hill in TW near where I live. I am lactose intolerant now so it’s no longer a risk, but before I developed bad lactose intolerance I had a rule that I would never, ever get a takeaway from there, and I never did.
I am two people: a child with no impulse control and an adult who plays mind games on him to keep him from gorging himself.