“I’ve always struggled with weight… since my kids were born. Before my kids were born, it was no problem. I was healthy, curvaceous, a bit of a tennis jock who played in a tennis league, and active. I gained five pounds and instantly lost it. But then, I had kids. I gained five pounds one week, and added a few more the next week with no effort. It kept continuing this way and there was no stopping it.
“So, my conclusion is that children make you fat. Thus, don’t have kids.”
I was hanging out with my son the other day and asked him one of my usual questions.
“Am I getting obese? No, I mean, really… am I obese? I’d really like to know when I get to the obesity level since I’ve been gaining weight. I know I was overweight last year, and so I was wondering since my pants are so tight if I’m getting obese…?” A loaded question, hoping he’d immediately quell my concern. “I haven’t really been doing much and just sluffing around the apartment because I’ve been so depressed. I’m just…”
“You’re fat,” he cut off my rambling.
He pondered for a moment, “You’re not obese, but I’d call you fat.”
“You’d call me fat?”
“Yeah… yeah, you’re fat now.”
That was a depressing turn of events. He was pretty adamant on the “fat” part. I was hoping he’d been mistaken.
“But I used to be overweight and now I’m fat?!” I really needed this quantified. “You sure I’m not just a little more overweight?”
He simply shook his head. “No, you’re fat.”
I pretty much didn’t hear the nice things he said about how “it’s not that bad” and he “barely noticed the weight gain,” and he went on, but it was just a little too late.
I am now a fat person. BUT, that can change…
The NIDDK (National Institute of Diabetes and Digestive and Kidney Diseases) say a lot about overweight and obesity in America. It is measured by your BMI (Body Mass Index). You find out your BMI by simply taking your weight and dividing it by your height squared. (I know, easier said than done.)
Anyway, the NIDDK site has some really interesting graphs and information, but this fact on the list caught my attention: “Almost 3 in 4 men (74%) are considered to be overweight or obese.”
Is it me, or did I read guys are fatter than women? Women are more likely to be obese, but 3 in 4 men might be “fat?”
That would explain the plethora of shows with fat husbands and skinny wives. Off the top of my head, I can think of at least three shows: King of Queens, The Honeymooners and The Flintstones (I’m not sure this one counts). I actually googled the phrase, “TV couples where the husband is fat and the wife is thin,” and got quite a few sites. These two were interesting, and are truly worth reading:
These shows are also quite unusual, and really not the norm, since it’s more common for people to marry someone who has similar physical characteristics. Plain Jane’s marry Plain John’s. Beautiful women marry beautiful men, and so on with unattractive people.
If you love graphs and want to find out more detailed information on obesity according to where you live or your income or age, this site was interesting, The State of Obesity
For a more international study I would check out The World Health Organization site.
On the World Health Organization site, it says Obesity is preventable. Well yeah, don’t eat so much! Stop eating McDonald’s for dinner five nights in a row! Don’t cook like Paula Dean! Walk! For the love of God, just do something! Believe me, I’m not one to judge, but I know the blame for my fatness rests solely on my poor choices. I mean, yes, I have horrible genes, but those genes aren’t pushing the limits of these jeans.
Now, there are some people, like my oldest sister, who have a ton of medical issues that make it difficult to not gain weight. I know it can be a real problem when you just can’t help that your body is doing what it wants because of illness. I hope you will not be offended in what I wrote earlier. I know that sometimes the odds are completely against you. I applaud how you live with so many obstacles.
I am simply whining.
Me? I have no excuse. However, at least I am really good looking…. Um yes, I will end this here. I need to go for a walk.