Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wish I Had a Better Solution
Georgia thinks that this will help end Childhood Obesity.
Maybe it will.
I admit that I may be a wee sensitive on this issue.
I was a fat kid. But unlike Bobby's Mom, my mom isn't fat.
Oddly enough, I am fat like Bobby's mom but my kids aren't fat.
There is no question that being fat increases your children's chances of being fat.
I am aware of that EVERY DAY, which is a big reason why my family is so focused on my workout and weight*fucking*watchers regimen.
I'm all about celebrating the gifts of fat, but fat is one gift I'd rather not pass to my kids.
When I watch the above video, and I see the mom's dejected sigh, my heart breaks for her.
And then there is that charming tag line: Stop Sugar Coating it Georgia.
Oh I get it. Sugar. Because fat people like Sugar. And High Fructose Corn Syrup. And Molasses. mmmmmm.
When I watch that video, I don't hear Bobby's cute voice asking "Mom, why am I fat?"
I hear a mean kid saying "Hey Fatty! Your kids are fat because you're so fat, Fatty. So stop being so fat you big fat Fatso!"
I kinda think that's what Bobby's mom heard too. Because she sure looks like someone hurt her. It hurts Bobby's mom that he is fat too. She didn't want that for him.
But she doesn't know what to do about it.
She knows he needs to be more active. She knows he needs to get a lot more exercise.
She just doesn't know how to make that happen.
She buys healthy food, but she also has snacks in the house. Sometimes she doesn't buy snacks. But if there is nothing snacky in the house, she seems to drive through McDonald's a lot more.
Bobby is at school most of the day, then after care. She picks him up at 5:30 or 6:00, which is the earliest she can get away from the office. Her husband has started dinner, but he just got back from the office, so he makes a pan of frozen lasagna. They eat it with a salad. But Bobby won't eat his lettuce. They argue, and finally he eats some of his salad. Bobby is still hungry after dinner, so they let him have another piece of lasagna. They figure it's better than giving him dessert. They don't always eat dessert at their house. Weekends usually.
By the time dinner is over, dishes are washed, homework is done. . . it's dark. Too dark to go out to play. Plus, dad is so tired. So he and Bobby play a couple of video games before bath and bed.
Bobby's mom knows the family needs to do SOMETHING about their health.
And then the State of Georgia calls her son a big fat fatty and tells her that Bobby is a fatso because she is a fat ugly whale. At least, that's what I heard. And then they say "Oh, we don't mean to be unkind, but you are fat and so is your kid and we don't like it. Fatso."
Hope it helps, Georgia.
You fucking inbred rednecks.