Pumping Irony

Craig Cox, EL’s managing editor and resident geezer, explores the joys and challenges of aging well.

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Everything in Moderation

I got the results of my annual health check-up recently, and I was pleased to learn that all is well. My blood pressure was down from the year before, my weight was the same as last year and my body mass index was hanging in there around 23 percent. Overall, I scored a 92 on a scale of 100, which ain’t bad in my book.

When I did the follow-up call with my health coach, there wasn’t much to discuss, though I admitted that I’d kind of like to get to the gym once a week and do some heavy lifting. I’m a big fan of weightlifting, and sometimes I think my 15-minute morning bodyweight-and-kettlebell workout is not quite as challenging as it should be.

But now I see that pushing myself beyond my normal regimen might not be all that helpful, at least in terms of lengthening my lifespan (and what’s more important than that, right?). Gretchen Reynolds in the New York Times points out a couple of studies that suggest that the benefits of cranking up the duration of your workouts are only marginal at best.

One 2011 study found that 15 minutes of moderate exercise daily reduced the risk of premature death by about 14 percent; doubling that workout time only increased your longevity by about 4 percent. Another study showed that serious runners “did not live significantly longer, on average, than people who didn’t run at all.”

This is pretty good news to a geezer who almost never runs and is pretty content with his morning workout (not to mention that 1-mile bike ride up the hill to the office every day). I might still try to hit the gym every so often — just for the variety — but it’s nice to know that I don’t really need to.

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Generation Gap?

Here’s some good news for aging Baby Boomers: As bad as we may feel about our waistline, our cholesterol count, and our blood pressure, we’re actually healthier, as a group, than the generations chasing us.

That’s the conclusion of a study out of the Netherlands, reported in the current issue of the European Journal of Preventive Cardiology. Researchers looked at the metabolic health of 6,000 individuals in their 20s, 30s, 40s, and 50s over the course of 35 years and found that each successive generation had a higher prevalence of heart disease risk factors (weight, blood pressure, cholesterol levels) than the previous one. In the first batch of 30-somethings, for example, 40 percent were overweight. The 20-somethings at the time might have felt a big smug about that, but 10 years later, when they hit their 30s, more than half of them (52 percent to be exact) had ballooned into obesity land.

“The prevalence of obesity in our youngest generation of men and women at the mean age of 40 is similar to that of our oldest generation at the mean age of 55,” explained the study’s lead author, Gerben Hulsegge of the Dutch National Institute for Public Health and the Environment. “This means that this younger generation is 15 years ahead of the older generation and will be exposed to their obesity for a longer time.”

Being the competitive sort, I’m inclined to feel pretty good about this until it hits me that it’s a trend that could have serious public health implications. We’re not supposed to be stressing the healthcare system until we hit our 60s, 70s, and 80s. What happens when youngsters in their 40s and 50s start ringing up monstrous bills at hospitals and pharmacies for “old-folks” maladies like hypertension, diabetes, and heart disease? It can’t be good.

The basic culprit in all this, according to Hulsegge, is an epidemic of inactivity among young adults. That’s not too surprising, actually. We all slow down a bit as we age. And I can recall feeling pretty much immortal before I hit my 60s; no need to go out of my way to exercise or eat right, since I would always be a healthy and vigorous young man.

Unfortunately, reality eventually intervenes. And sometimes sooner than you might imagine. I can’t tell you how many stories I’ve read in recent years about athletic young people who woke up in their 30s to find they’d lost their edge — and put on some serious poundage.

If that’s not enough motivation to get off the couch, try imagining a bunch of smug Boomers comparing notes on their latest triathlon times and lamenting the sorry state of our young people’s health.

I know. Pretty disgusting. See you at the gym.

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When I’m 64 . . .

I spent a vigorous hour on the tennis court yesterday with my old (actually young) nemesis, The Baseline Machine. I won’t bore you with the details except to say that I leapt out to a three-games-to-one lead only to find my game quickly deteriorate as TBM swept the next five games to cap a 6-3 set victory.

Tennis, for those of you unfamiliar with the sport, is all about muscle memory and motor skills. The ball comes your way, you measure the distance between your body and the head of the racquet, place your feet in the proper relationship to where you want to send the ball and give it a whack. When everything aligns, the sound of the racket hitting the ball is as satisfying as almost any sound in sport, as far as I’m concerned. (I’d compare it to the pleasant thwack I hear when I hit a golf ball 250 yards straight down the middle of a lush green fairway, but I can’t recall ever managing to do that.)

I’m nearly a dozen years older than TBM, so I’ve always been able to claim some disadvantage due to my advanced age, but now I see that new research from the University of Texas at Arlington has rendered that excuse moot. The study suggests there is no substantial difference in motor skills between twentysomethings and geezers in their early 60s.

“We have this so-called age decline, everybody knows that. I wanted to see if that was a gradual process,” the study’s co-author, Priscila Caçola, an assistant professor of kinesiology, said in a statement released by UT Arlington. “It’s good news really because I didn’t see differences between the young and middle-aged people.”

Before a person moves, the theory goes, the brain has to make a plan. So Caçola and her colleagues compared the time the study participants (who ranged in age from 18 to 93) needed between imagining the move and actually moving. And they found very little difference in performance between younger and middle-aged participants — at least up to a point. Apparently after you hit 64, all bets are off. (Which reminds me of that old Lennon-McCartney tune.)

“What we found is that there is a significant drop-off after the age of 64,” noted co-author Jerroed Roberson, a senior kinesiology major at UT Arlington. “So, if you see a drop-off in ability before that, then it could be a signal that there might be something wrong with that person and they might need further evaluation.”

The good news is that I don’t think Roberson was referring to my lame backhand or my general inability to keep a cross-court passing shot inbounds yesterday, so I’m going to assume that I can avoid “further evaluation.” The bad news? I’ve got another two-and-a-half years before I can blame my lousy serve on my advanced age.

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Geezers and Gaming

I grew up at a time when the closest thing we had to a video game was adjusting the “vertical hold” on our black-and-white TV. You’d turn on the tube and the picture would come in perfectly clear, except that it would slowly scroll (we didn’t call it that then) upward until someone opened the little door between the on-off knob and the channel-changer and turned the appropriate knob that brought the picture to a halt on the screen.

Much later, I discovered something called Pong — a primitive kind of video tennis game, in which players volleyed a little round ball back and forth on a tabletop screen. I seem to recall achieving a certain level of aptitude with this game, which is not saying much. And that was basically the end of my experience with video games. When my son was old enough to start obsessing over his X-Box or PlayStation, he would occasionally invite me to try my hand at whatever was the hot new game, but I was completely inept. Couldn’t ever remember which of the buttons and toggles did what, and found myself easy prey for whatever it was I was supposed to be fighting.

This, of course, gave my son great joy, but it never really bothered me. I didn’t see how mastering Halo or Call to Duty would make me a better person. But now I see that I was wrong. A new study from North Carolina State University suggests that folks my age who play video games every so often experience “higher levels of emotional well-being” than those who avoid them. And it’s not only that these geezer gamers are happier, but the research also indicates that folks who avoid playing actually have “a tendency toward higher levels of depression.”

You know what’s really depressing? Watching your son casually dismantle the video-game version of your basketball team while you’re frantically trying to learn the difference between “jumping” and “dribbling” on your console. That’s not fun, especially when you know you can still beat him in a round of “HORSE”.

I’m guessing that these happy outcomes have something to do with the process of learning a new skill and, probably more to the point, the joy that comes with friendly competition. Now, depending on your age and your infirmities, I don’t doubt that a rousing game of tennis or golf on your Wii would raise your spirits (once you figured out which buttons to push), but I’d much prefer to challenge myself with the real thing.

So you can have your NBA 2K13. Monday night, I’ll be back out on the basketball court, doing my best to keep up with the acrobatic youngsters and vertically challenged boomers who help to make reality so much more engaging than anything I could experience on a screen.

 

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Forever Young?

The comedian Steven Wright came up with this great line about longevity: “ I intend to live forever,” he said. “So far, so good.” I know it’s just a gag, but I believe it. Each of us has lived to the farthest reaches of the current earthly timeline. Forever, in a manner of speaking.

I bring this up after stumbling upon new research that breathlessly announced the imminent emergence of a new generation of anti-aging drugs that will “ultimately prevent cancer, Alzheimer’s disease and type 2 diabetes.” The lead author of the study in question, Professor David Sinclair of the University of New South Wales in Australia, explains that the drugs will activate a single enzyme, SIRT1, with a mega-dose of resveratrol, triggering an avalanche of healthy outcomes for geezers like me. The list of maladies thus foiled is impressive: cancer, cardiovascular disease and cardiac failure, type 2 diabetes, Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s diseases, fatty liver disease, cataracts, osteoporosis, muscle wasting, sleep disorders and various inflammatory diseases, including psoriasis, arthritis and colitis. Apparently something in the neighborhood of 4,000 synthetic versions of resveratrol have been developed, and the top three candidates are currently being employed in clinical trials on actual old folks like me.

This is, of course, joyful news for anyone floating on the uncompromising tide flowing away from the shores of youth. Who wouldn’t want to pop a pill once a day to ensure that he would maintain his relatively youthful demeanor far off into the great unknown? I mean, think of the possibilities, once you make that wager with GlaxoSmithKline! As Sinclair puts it, “We’re finding that aging isn’t the irreversible affliction that we thought it was. Some of us could live to 150. . . .”

Don’t get me wrong — I’d like to stick around for a good long time, but this “fountain of youth” hyperbole is full of holes. Hyper-longevity is a wonderful goal, but unless you’ve built a way of life that will sustain you every day as you grow older, living into your 90s and beyond may not be worth the (probably substantial) price of a pocketful of pills. Quality of life, in my book, will always trump quantity.

So, while we all await the heralded anti-aging pill from our friends from Big Pharma, here are a five simple — and free — ways to maintain your youthful vigor:

  1. Get plenty of sleep.
  2.  Breathe deeply on a regular basis. It’s a great way to tamp down everyday stress.
  3. Eat real food. As Michael Pollan so aptly puts it: “Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.”
  4. Exercise every day. It could be a walk in the park or a round of pushups or a kettlebell routine. Nothing keeps you young like moving your body and working up a sweat.
  5. Decide every day to be happy, no matter what you encounter. Positive psychology research has shown that an optimistic outlook will keep you healthy for the long run.

Let’s face it, we’re all going to get old (and, yes, we’re all going to die), but we don’t have to suffer along the way. And we don’t have to resort to pharmaceutical solutions to make the journey a pleasant one.

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Shades of Gray

I was scrolling innocently through my emails this morning when I came upon this: “New Pill Promises to Permanently Cure Gray Hair”. Normally, I would just punch the “delete” key, but there was something about this pitch that intrigued me. It was from a company called Go Away Gray, and it featured a testimonial from someone named Elizabeth Skelly, who said she has been taking two of the miracle pills each day for about six weeks and, “now her gray hair is gone!”

My interest in this particular product is not practical or based on some vain hope of deliverance: There is no gray hair in my genes. My father died young (60), but with a full head of black hair. My mother carried but a few flecks of gray when she left us at 82. And her father lived to 93 without harboring even a few strands of gray at his temples. I don’t need this pill, but I have to admit I was a bit curious when the testimonials segued into some actual information about the biology of graying.

It appears that our body naturally produces a certain amount of hydrogen peroxide in the cells of our hair follicles, but it also pumps out some enzymes called catalase and tyrosinase that protect our natural hair color, breaking down the hydrogen peroxide into water and oxygen, and producing melanin, the pigment that colors our hair. (This helpful piece in Science Daily explains it all for you.) As we age, however, some of us are less able to produce sufficient amounts of these enzymes to prevent the hydrogen peroxide from overrunning our follicle cells and essentially bleaching our hair from the inside out.

According to the people at Go Away Gray, their product boosts the body’s production of catalase and fends off attacks by hydrogen peroxide. There’s no mention of delivering a helpful dose of tyrosinase, which actually produces the pigment, but I’m no scientist and I’ve never been any good at PR, so what do I know? Maybe it works.

And maybe it’s easy for me, the guy with no gray except in his beard (which My Lovely Wife says makes me look more distinguished than I really am), to wonder why anyone would worry about such things, but I’ve always thought that accepting the gray when it arrives is sort of a badge of honor. It says to me that you’ve been around the block a few times. You’re nobody to trifle with. You’re comfortable in your own skin — and the hair that covers part of it.

After all, when you hit your 60s, you’re not fooling anyone about your age. I was looking in the mirror the other day and amusing myself with the notion that shaving my graying beard would probably present a younger image to the world. Then I noticed the hair sprouting out of my ears. Now if there was a pill for that . . . .

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Coffee and Other Conundrums

When you get to be my age, every new health study feels like something of a ruse. It’s not just because you get inured to the constant “this is good for you/no, now it’s bad for you” refrain so belabored in mainstream health reporting. At a certain age, you’ve settled pretty comfortably into a mix of healthy and semi-healthy patterns of behavior, and I don’t think I’m climbing out onto a limb to suggest that most of us just want those behaviors validated.

I can’t help but perk up, for instance, when I read about some study showing that wine consumption is going to keep me from suffering a heart attack and may even knock out those pesky free radicals that cause cancer. Or that 20 minutes of moderate exercise (like walking across the bridge to the office in the morning and back home again in the evening) is really all a geezer needs to do each day in order boost his immune system, fend off dementia and cure the common cold. I say, “Hey, I’m already doing that!” and I think, What brilliant research!

But, in fact, all I want is for somebody with some academic or professional credentials to tell me to keep on doing what I’m doing now and everything’s going to be hunky-dory. If it’s a randomized clinical study that validates my current lifestyle decisions, all the better. If not, who cares? Randomized clinical studies are overrated. This is all just human nature. I’m sure somebody’s done some research on this.

This all came up the other day, when I chanced upon an interview in the Journal of Caffeine Research (insert your own quip here about jittery editors) with Neal Freedman, PhD, MPH, the author of a new study showing that coffee drinkers live longer. I drink coffee very rarely; maybe once a month I’ll linger over a latté with My Lovely Wife at some coffee shop. I’m more of a chai guy. So Freedman’s study was obviously poorly designed, probably not randomized, and filled with biases. Funded by Folger’s, in all likelihood.

Freedman, as it turns out, works for the National Cancer Institute, and his study followed some 400,000 middle-aged people for 13 years. His team weeded out potential participants with cancer, heart disease, and other chronic diseases so as not to skew the results, and they surveyed them about their diet and various lifestyle behaviors, as well. What they found was that people who drank coffee had a 10–15 percent reduction in the risk of dying during the period they were studied. The more coffee you drank, the less likely you were to kick the bucket.

To my way of thinking, 15 percent is nothing to crow about. And then there’s this, from Freedman himself:

“Coffee drinking, in our study and in many other U.S. studies — though this may not be the case everywhere — was associated with many behaviors that are associated with poor health and with disease. Participants who drank coffee, they were more likely to smoke, they were more likely to drink a lot of alcohol, they were more likely to eat red meat, they were less likely to be physically active. All of those risk factors are usually associated with increased risk of death, which they were in our study too.”

Hmmm. I don’t smoke. I don’t drink a lot of alcohol (except wine, which we all know is good for us). I don’t eat a lot of red meat (except occasionally with a nice pinot noir). And I get at least 20 minutes of moderate exercise every day. So, I’m actually better off not drinking coffee. And I’m not going to die a tragic and premature death. In fact, everything’s going to be just fine.

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An Apple a Day . . .

There are plenty of good reasons for maintaining good dental hygiene, but here’s a new one: A new study from the Karolinska Institutet in Sweden suggests that the ability to chew can help aging folks like me avoid or delay dementia.

The study surveyed 557 people aged 77 or older and found that those who had difficulty chewing apples and other crisp foods had a “significantly” higher risk of developing cognitive dysfunctions. That’s because ineffective chewing reduces blood flow to the brain.

This, of course, is cheery news to this geezer, since I happily consume an apple pretty much every day. It keeps the doctor away, don’t you know.

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Strong Medicine for the Aging Muscle

I’ve been preaching for a few years now that the best way to avoid decrepitude in your twilight years is to begin a regular strength training regimen by the time you hit middle age. That might mean cranking out a few pushups and planks every morning before breakfast or swinging a kettlebell around three or four times a week while you’re watching the evening news or actually making the gym a regular destination and hoisting some serious iron. The important thing is to make your aging muscles plead for mercy a few times a week.

It’s way more valuable than steady-state cardio. In fact, an intense weight-lifting session will hike your heart rate into the stratosphere and throw your metabolism into overdrive. It can even help you lose weight! And if you make it a regular habit, you may find when you reach retirement age that you’ve retained a surprising level of agility, endurance, and power. Maybe enough to keep you living independently long after friends and colleagues are confined to walkers and wheel chairs.

And your muscles will love it, even when they’re pleading for mercy.

When you tax your muscles beyond their normal capacity, you cause microscopic tears in the tissue that cause the muscles, once they’ve recovered, to enlarge — and gradually increase their capacity. This process, called hypertrophy, is facilitated by “satellite” stem cells in your muscle fibers that spring into action whenever you’ve pushed them beyond their normal limits.

Here’s the rub: The older you get, the less active these satellite cells become. That’s why, according to new research from Massachusetts General Hospital and King’s College London, your muscles tend to turn to mush once you start cashing those Social Security checks. “Just as it is important for athletes to build recovery time into their training schedules, stem cells also needs time to recuperate, but we found the aged stem cells recuperate less often,” Andrew Brack, PhD, the lead author of the study, explained in a statement released by the hospital.

The primary culprit in this drama is a developmental protein called fibroblast growth factor-2 (FGF2), which tends to become more prevalent in aging muscles and causes a gradual decline in satellite cells. So Brack and his colleagues are predictably looking for substances they can pump into your body to block that annoying FGF2, so geezers like me can stay strong with no more effort than it takes to drive to the local pharmacy.

Call me old-fashioned, but I’m going to keep punishing my muscles the way they were meant to be punished. Innumerable studies have suggested that strength training, even when begun at an advanced age, can have a dramatic effect on your quality of life. I figure I’ve got a pretty good head start, so why show those muscles any mercy now?

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The Elixer of Youth

For several years now, scientists have been extolling the anti-aging virtues of resveratrol, an antioxidant found in the skin of grapes. It’s been shown in various studies to reduce inflammation and cholesterol, thus lowering a geezer’s risk of heart disease and cancer. I like to celebrate these studies with a glass of wine — my preferred resveratrol delivery system.

This research has played a major role in creating the notion that red wine is good for you. It wasn’t until recently that scientists began to note that you’d have to drink a whole lot of wine every day in order to deliver enough resveratrol into your system to notice any anti-aging effects.

But that doesn’t stop resveratrol boosters from continuing to churn out new research to solidify the healthy reputation of this “miracle molecule.” Just last month, a team of researchers from Duquesne University presented a paper at the 244th National Meeting and Exposition of the American Chemical Society suggesting that resveratrol could help older folks improve their mobility and prevent falls.

“Our study suggests that a natural compound like resveratrol, which can be obtained either through dietary supplementation or diet itself, could actually decrease some of the motor deficiencies that are seen in our aging population,” lead researcher Jane E. Cavanaugh, PhD, said in a statement. “And that would, therefore, increase an aging person’s quality of life and decrease their risk of hospitalization due to slips and falls.”

The research team fed old and young laboratory mice a diet containing resveratrol and observed the older mice gradually improve their balance and mobility until, after just four weeks, they were as adept as the younger mice. Apparently, resveratrol helped the older mice fight off the effects of free radicals in brain cells and vastly improve their motor function.

Of course, that assumes you’re not delivering that resveratrol via a bottle of Pinot Noir. Cavanaugh estimated that a person would have to drink about 700 4-ounce glasses of wine each day to absorb enough resveratrol to see any improvement in balance and agility. It’s an intriguing concept, but probably not one you’d want to test at your local wine bar.

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