I would like to put our big fat government on a diet and not have personal health issues legislated to me.
Now that's a fact.
I see some hope in the changing beauty standards on some of the fashion catwalks (mainly in Spain) who sent girls who looked unhealthily thin--home packing.
And let's give cultural differences a nod here too. New Orleans is no longer the fattest city in the U.S. I think we were nudged off the edge of that bus seat by Philadelphia, with their cheese steaks. (Do you know I never had one of those? But I never had a subway sandwich either until just last week.) But cultural differences are REAL. Five year olds here know how to make a roux. (Brown some flour in LARD, preferably in a black cast iron skillet, stir yourself crazy and add water, or even stock, to make the sauces.) Yum.
But anyhow, you can't dictate a personal prediliction, as we found out with The Noble Experiment of Prohibition, and we are finding out even now, as our kids raid our sheds, our kitchen and bathroom cabinets to create designer drugs much more malicious than ever dreamt of by any pharmaceutical company. Sigh.
I will not bang my head.
But breathe (see how subtle a change of habit can be?)
Hush, you are in the medical field, so you know this is so. I give you the example of my father, who after seven agonizing months of chemotherapy, went home, with a nebulizer and oxygen tank, and told me, quite seriously, that he had to "wean himself off of the oxygen", then he turned off the machine and lit a cigarette. You succeeded Dad. But hey, he did it his way, on his terms and he is allowed to do that.
But foods can and do behave as drugs. Which is why I brought that up to begin with.
I'm wondering when someone is going to ask why is it that it is the poorer class of people that have the greater prediliction toward obesity? We eat too damned much STARCH--that's why. Starchy foods are cheaper--canned goods, loaded with fructose corn syrup are less expensive than fresh vegetables, or even frozen. I agree with you about snacks at schools though, hush, and even if I wince, I might even applaud some kind of moratorium of fructose thing--shaking my head. How odd it is, that we pay farmers to make a product that makes us unhealthy, when we can utilize that product to a more environmentally friendly product of corn oil, and cars that run on that. (They have 'em--I know--ask Willie Nelson, who is, as we know, an all natural kinda guy. *wink and laughter*)
But there is a legitimate prejudice toward the obese in this country, and I can smell a fat-hating OBGYN before he can smell me.
(grin--c'mon, I'm allowed to yank John's chain just a little, huh?
But anyway, I announced I was pronounced anemic AND overweight in another thread, so let me announce now that I do believe I have lost some weight--and I am eating more, not LESS than I was. I am still having problems with breakfast though, I confess. But I have done some nutritional investigating, and I found out that some canned goods can be my friend. Like a can of tuna. Cheap, simple, and I can handle that. Then there is the simple choice(s) of beverage. Because we live in New Orleans and don't know what the heck is seeping into our pipes and don't care how many times the government tests it and tells us it's okay, we maintain a proper mode of paranoia and keep bottled water in the fridge. I also have discovered the Arizona brand of energy drinks and teas, and I make THOSE accessible to my kids in the fridge.
And guess what has happened? Suddenly, coca cola tastes too sweet. Even for THEM. (My kids.) Strawberries are in season here too, and I notice that after I bought a flat and I keep a few baskets of them washed and cold and ready to eat, they will reach for those to snack on instead of a honeybun.
I also happen to agree with Essorant, there are some very vital, dynamic large people, and they like themselves just as they are--and um, you can find fans of large women in particular in clubs by the multitude on the internet.
Now let's talk about exercize.
I often wish this machine had to be powered by a generator--attached to that treadmill right over there that is handily storing some boxes and makes a nice place to hang my clothes until I can get to iron them. I blush. So nodding, I decided, that the treadmill thing is not going to work, and outdoor walking is out of the question (trust me on reasons why for that--bullets are unquestionably bad for me) so I decided that if I was going to do something it had to be FUN. It had to start gentle and be progressive. And it wasn't gonna be sex! (laughing my fool head off here) So...
my doctor applauded my decision to invest in a toy. A video game called Dance Revolution. Inhaling. The one I need is a little pricey and I wish I could write it off on my insurance, but it has a metal handrail because Karen is a falling hazard now. (We don't know what's going on with that but suspect a low blood pressure problem coupled with the aforementioned anemia.)
OH. And alcohol. I really wanted to mention this because I was a habitual drinker, especially at night in front of this computer--but I fell in love with jasmine green tea--with just a little honey, and yanno? It's the damnedest thing, but I don't crave my nightly cocktail as much. I drink less often, and when I do drink, I drink less quantity and tell me it's a theory, but I'm giving the green tea the credit.
Five meals a day. Eat breakfast. Add grains to your diet, and if you can, fresh fruit and vegetables. (Cheaper in season anyhow.)
Karen also has a trampoline out back. (I'm not ready for that yet, but the day I am? It's gonna be funny, and I'd youtube it but the kids have threatened to retaliate by youtubing ALL of my graceless moments.)
But trust that will be a funny day. Karen The Falling Hazard goes *boing*.
And just for the sake of spiritual health, might I suggest that we be kinder to people--both thin and fat.
When we make judgements on appearances, we are more apt to err, and in both cases, the feelings of isolation from others, along with well intentioned advice, unsolicited, compounds control issues that exacerbate eating disorders.
Now. Let me go take some of my own advice. I am also battling depression too and trying to do that naturally and getting dressed is like, right on the top of the list. Y'see, I'm trying to learn how to produce reactions of dopamine in my brain, naturally. But that's another thread.
ta for now!
and Hush? It's always good to see you.
and I will close with this:
FRUCTOSE CORN SYRUP IS NOT YOUR FRIEND.