Here’s an elegant explanation about how scientific studies yield insights, but ones that many of us struggle to take to heart.
“Exercise helps the elderly.” The doctor sees, from a perch suspended somewhere up in the sky, a large football field filled with the elderly. There are thousands of them down there, all dressed in sweats and sneakers, dumbbells at their feet. Half of them are using the dumbbells, or are down on their backs, doing leg lifts. The others just stand around.
Over the years, of course, the ranks thin. The doctor watches, counts. It begins to look as if there are more exercisers left. After decades, there are definitely more exercisers. Of course, there are still a few sloths standing around (and one of them looks suspiciously like my mother). But by and large, the exercisers come to rule the field.
That is the view from on high. Down on the field, of course, the view is quite different. You are standing in a thick crowd, minding your own business, living your life, but you cannot help noting that the man over there threw his back out with all that exercise, and the woman next to you, grunting to lift her dumbbell, had a heart attack. You cannot see to the other end of the field and have no idea what is happening there. But watching all the sweating and grunting and seeing some of those exercisers disappear anyway, you decide to opt out.
The writer, Abigail Zuger, is a doctor and the patient who frustrates her most is her mother “who has not broken a sweat in the last 60 years, still totters around on ever-thinning pins.” Read the whole essay here.
My grandmother didn’t buy statistics, either. She chain-smoked until her death, from a heart attack, at age 82. I hope I’ve inherited her genes.