The Fun of Getting Thin | Page 2

the people
they eat too much and then slips away and wolfs down four pounds of beefsteak at a
sitting. However, I suppose it is necessary to say this once in a dissertation like this--and
it is said.
In writing about this successful experiment of mine in reducing weight I have no theories
to advance except one, and no instructions to give. I don't know whether my method
would take an ounce off any other person in the world, and I don't care. I only know it
took more than fifty pounds off me. I am not advancing any argument, medicinal or
otherwise, for my plan. I never talked to a doctor about it, and never shall. If there are fat
men and fat women who are fat for the same reasons I was fat I suppose they can get thin
the way I got thin. If they are fat for other reasons I suppose they cannot. I don't know
about either proposition.
I have great respect for doctors--so much respect, in fact, that I keep diligently away from
them. I know the preliminaries of their game and can take a dose of medicine myself as
skillfully as they can administer it. Also, I know when I have a fever, and have a working
knowledge of how my heart should beat and my other bodily functions be performed. I
have frequently found that a prescription, unintelligibly written but looking very wise, is
highly efficacious when folded carefully and put in the pocketbook instead of being
deposited with a druggist. I suppose that comes from a sort of hereditary faith in amulets.
No doubt the method would be even more efficacious if the prescription were tied on a
string and hung around the neck. I shall try that some time when my wife lugs in a doctor
on me.
Still, doctors are interesting as a class. After you get beyond the
let-me-feel-your-pulse-and-see-your-tongue preliminaries they are versatile and
ingenious. Almost always, after you tell them what is the matter with you, they will
know--not every time, but frequently. Also, they will take any sort of a chance with you
in the interest of science. However, they generally send out for a specialist when they are
ill themselves. When you come to think of it that is but natural. Almost any man, whether
professional or not, will take a chance with somebody else that he wouldn't quite go
through with on himself. Besides, doctors treat comparative strangers for the most part,
and the interests of science are to be conserved.

Almost any doctor can tell you how to get thin. To be sure, no doctor will tell you to do
the same things any other doctor prescribes, but it all simmers down to the same thing:
Cut out the starchy foods and sweets, and take exercise. Also: Don't drink alcohol. The
variations that can be played on this simple theme by a skillful doctor are endless. When
a real specialist in fat reduction gets hold of you--a real, earnest reducer--he can contrive
a diet that would make a living skeleton thin--and likewise put him in his little grave. I
have had diets handed to me that would starve a humming-bird, and diets that would put
flesh on a bronze statue; and all to the same end--reduction. Science has been monkeying
with nourishment for the past ten or fifteen years to the exclusion of many other branches
of research; and about all that has happened to the nourishment is the large elimination of
nutriment from it.





CHAPTER II
THE SO-CALLED CURES
Broadly speaking, the methods of fat reduction most in vogue are divided into four
classes--mechanical, physical, medicinal and dietary. The first two are not worth
considering by a man who has anything else to do. I do not doubt that a man who could
devote his whole time to the work could, by means of some of the appliances
offered--from the apparatus in a gymnasium to rubber shirts, get off fat--nor do I doubt
the efficacy of exercise and its accompaniments in the way of sweating and baths and all
that; but when a person has a living to make these methods are useless, not through any
demerit of their own but because the man who is fat hasn't the time or opportunity and,
more than all, soon fails in the inclination to use them.
If you can tell me anything more ghastly than taking a system of canned exercises in the
morning or at night in one's bedroom or bathroom, or elsewhere, with no other incentive
than some physical gain that, when you come to sum it up, is largely fictitious in
value--or comes inevitably to be thought so--I would like to have you step forward and
name