Is it just me or is everyone experiencing obesity fatigue?
A talkfest gets underway in Brisbane today debating the so-called ‘Childhood Obesity Epidemic’. There’s no doubt our little loved ones are a chubby lot. Apparently Childhood Obesity is growing faster in Australia than any other country in the world. Our kids are even fatter than those porky little Yanks these days.
No doubt, the summit will lambast fast food chains and advertising on television. It will blame the government for not spending enough on education programs. Stranger Danger will get a run for making it hard for our little darlings to walk to school and one speaker will probably even claim Public Transport companies were the culprits for dropping kids too close to school.
I just wish they asked me to speak at the summit, because frankly, I’m a leading authority on childhood obesity. I was a pretty chunky teenager and trust me it was for a very good reason.
It wasn’t about Government inaction or brainwashing by media. It was about a Caravan Park. That’s right, my Mum and Dad owned a Caravan Park, I worked in the shop every afternoon and I ate whatever I Goddamn pleased.
My Dad claimed he never made a single dollar profit on ice creams, because between four kids, we ate twice as many Drumsticks as we sold.
While Dad might have been horrified at our capacity to tuck away Mars Bars, deep down he knew as long as we were lying on the couch watching Perfect Match and scoffing barbeque chips, we wouldn’t be whinging about child exploitation and refusing to serve customers when the bell rang.
It’s pretty basic. Parents are the only ones who have control over what a child eats. If little Johnny’s a porker, I’m willing to bet it’s because his Mum and Dad haven’t been paying enough attention to the healthy food pyramid.
Mum and Dad are in charge. More fruit and veges, less chips and coke. And while you’re taking Little Lotta for a run around the block tonight, don’t forget to tell her you love her just the way she is.
Abso-fatty-lutely.
A talkfest gets underway in Brisbane today debating the so-called ‘Childhood Obesity Epidemic’. There’s no doubt our little loved ones are a chubby lot. Apparently Childhood Obesity is growing faster in Australia than any other country in the world. Our kids are even fatter than those porky little Yanks these days.
No doubt, the summit will lambast fast food chains and advertising on television. It will blame the government for not spending enough on education programs. Stranger Danger will get a run for making it hard for our little darlings to walk to school and one speaker will probably even claim Public Transport companies were the culprits for dropping kids too close to school.
I just wish they asked me to speak at the summit, because frankly, I’m a leading authority on childhood obesity. I was a pretty chunky teenager and trust me it was for a very good reason.
It wasn’t about Government inaction or brainwashing by media. It was about a Caravan Park. That’s right, my Mum and Dad owned a Caravan Park, I worked in the shop every afternoon and I ate whatever I Goddamn pleased.
My Dad claimed he never made a single dollar profit on ice creams, because between four kids, we ate twice as many Drumsticks as we sold.
While Dad might have been horrified at our capacity to tuck away Mars Bars, deep down he knew as long as we were lying on the couch watching Perfect Match and scoffing barbeque chips, we wouldn’t be whinging about child exploitation and refusing to serve customers when the bell rang.
It’s pretty basic. Parents are the only ones who have control over what a child eats. If little Johnny’s a porker, I’m willing to bet it’s because his Mum and Dad haven’t been paying enough attention to the healthy food pyramid.
Mum and Dad are in charge. More fruit and veges, less chips and coke. And while you’re taking Little Lotta for a run around the block tonight, don’t forget to tell her you love her just the way she is.
Abso-fatty-lutely.
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