Obese Child and Banning McDonalds in the UK

A story left me flabbergasted as I sat eating breakfast and watching Good Morning America. There is an 8 year old boy in England who weighs in at 218 pounds. The government has deemed it is not child abuse but I disagree.

This boy will never lead a normal life. He is the size of a robust, grown male adult. He snacks every twenty minutes. He consumes an average of 4 bags of chips and 2 boxes of cookies a day. I wonder why his mother continues to stock their home with junk food when she has a morbidly obese child.

In the interview, the mother said candidly, “He was born hungry and has been hungry ever since.” She seems to take no blame in his present situation although after seeing a nutritionist by court order, the boy lost 20 pounds. Even with this seeming proof that the cause of his weight is not a disorder but a direct result of his environment, the officials allowed him to stay under the care of his mother.

It baffles me how a child who has broken two trampolines and three bicycles is still in this negligent environment. He is a child who wants to play along with his peers and I am sure recognizes his many differences, but there is not a parent present to alter his doomed fate.
In response to the national outrage of this story Prince Charles has made the controversial suggestion to ban McDonalds in the UK. This somehow implies that McDonald’s presence alone is causing England to become more obese. I will admit that America is the most unhealthy, overweight nation on the planet but taking away one American temptation will not cure people’s desire to eat poorly.

I know all too well what a powerful influence food can have over you. My entire family struggles with obesity and I have worked hard to remain “pleasantly plump” and not cross that line. It is difficult but ultimately I am the one choosing to eat McDonalds, or chips, or chocolate instead of grabbing an apple. In the case of this child, his mother should be choosing for him. She should prevent him from eating so frequently and insist on preparing healthy meals.

And in my opinion, if she is not strong enough to enforce better eating habits, the child should be looked after by someone who will.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/medicine/story/0,,2021462,00.html

Work

All of these months I have hated my job for one reason: Mandatory Overtime. We had to work extra hours from the end of October to the beginning of February. I am starting to see that it may not have been all that bad.

Yes, I was tired all the time. Yes, I wanted to quit on several occasions. Yes, I lost contact with many of my friends. But- I paid off a bill, sent my parents money, didn’t worry about spending at Christmas, and have all of my families birthday presents bought and paid for. I also got myself a new coat, a few sweaters, new make-up, household items, and tickets to see Celtic Woman perform at the Orpheum Theatre on April 18, 2007.

It’s definitely not a bad thing to have extra money for months on end and I feel like I used it responsibly.

Our management team gave us incentives to work toward during the mandatory overtime. If we worked all of the required hours, we were given 8 hours of vacation time. If we had high accuracy and productivity, we were awarded more hours. In total, I earned 26 hours of vacation time. That is a serious bonus if you multiply that times my hourly wage.

In addition to the monetary benefits, management provided snacks like soda, chips, cookies, fruit, Mac and Cheese, etc. to sustain us during the long hours. They also treated us to lunch if the required overtime was more than 10 hours that week. They would cater in Subway, Davanni’s, Chili’s and other quality establishments.

I was inspired to write this today because our managers told us at 9:15 am to clock out after working 4 hours and take the afternoon off on them. So I get to leave at 12:30 and get paid 8 hours. That’s hot, especially when coming from out of no where!

Maybe the perks are worth the struggle after all.

Changes on the Horizon

It seems like life changes all around us, but we rarely allow to willingly change. Think about it--we will stay in a job we dislike because it pays the bills. We watch the same television shows week after week. We wear the same clothes and generally eat the same foods. Most people resist change on some level. I embrace it on many, but shy away from it as well. For example, I just dyed my hair auburn brown but didn't change the style.

Why do we as a people do this? Does normalcy really bring us that much comfort? There are things in my life that I never want to change. I want the people I love to be near me forever. I want to be healthy until I am old. I want to have a bright personality all of my days.

But things can change. We just need to be ready for it.

Superbowl Sunday- Colts vs. Bears

I am so excited for some good football today! I am familiar with Grossman and the Chicago Bears (because they schooled the Vikings). On the flip side, my roommie Sydney is more familiar with the Indiananapolis Colts led by Peyton Manning. She is a huge fan and is completely excited they made it. I am sure the game will be awesome. Both teams deserve to be in Miami this weekend. I am just looking forward to being among friends with all kinds of snacks, Brent's A-mazing chicken wings, and booze. Very nice. For any women out there that want to impress their men and get the facts right... check out the below link:

http://femalefan.ivillage.com/entertainment/2007/01/a_girls_guide_to_the_super_bow.html

And in honor of my roommate, I am a Colts fan today. She has been sick all week but I am sure if her team wins, none of that will matter! ;)