And step away from the buffet.
That's right, I said it. Now, I hate America's obsession with the ultra-thin and how all those fashion magazines screw with people's opinions of themselves. I find people attractive who come in all shapes and sizes, and as a matter of fact, I find the super-skinny to be kind of a turn off. I realize that my body weight is OK for me, and it is different for the next guy and gal. Its all about how you carry yourself, to me.
I feel this way because I've known far too many folks with serious issues concerning weight and the medical and psycological implications that come along with those issues. My own family (Kevin) can attest to how much crap they give me for how much I weigh, or the beer gut that I've worked so hard to make unpronounced. We're not even going to go into my Mother's unhealthy obsession with her own weight and how critical she is of the weight of others. And I'll cap all this off with this: attractiveness has much more to do with how you carry yourself and how comfortable and confident you are in your own skin than what any scale tells you.
But then something like this comes across the wire. Someone offended because a doctor told her she needed to loose weight or face serious medical issues.
So I guess we don't want doctors to be honest with us anymore about how we are doing damage to ourselves. You can't control your body when cancer eats you from the inside out. You can control whether you supersize your combo meal at McDees. Just like I can control how many smokey treats I have in a given day and how many beverages I drink with high alcoholic content.
We know that, but if our doctors tell us that, its OK to get offended now?
Boy, if we dealt with all our problems like that, the American colonies would still be paying for the Royal Family's therapy sessions. Sometimes you can't tiptoe or walk on egg shells. Sometimes, when someone is running towards a cliff, you've got to grab them and shake them to make them realize that there is no coming back once you go over that edge.
Weight is not an attractiveness problem, like it is in my family's little world of unreality. Weight is a serious health issue. It is the second leading preventable cause of death, after smoking, in the US of A. We're not talking about folks who are 20-30 pounds above where they were their freshman year in college. We're talking about folks who are killing themselves with food like I tried to kill myself with cigarettes. Murder in the millionth degree. Innocuous self destruction.
Strange that when I was smoking regularly, I never got offended when folks told me it was bad for me, it would kill me, could I do it outside, could I keep away from their kids while doing it, and that I should stop, right now, immediately, without passing go and collecting $200. I never got offended when my doctors told me that smoking was the reason I was in their office with chronic bronchitis, sinusitis, upper respiratory infections, and was in dire need of antibiotics so that I could continue to breathe.
(Though my Moms continues to say that smoking causes none of those things, and that Kevin, who has never smoked, just has a better immune system to fight those sorts of infections. No, these ailments that have affected her and I throughout our lives are caused solely by changes in the atmospheric pressure. No kiddin' that's what she thinks.)
But some folks just can't take it when the doctor says, if you keep eating too much, you're going to have health problems. I guess we just can't have someone dispel the myth: you're not just 'big boned.' No, you need to step away from that Big Mac, put down that next plate of chicken wings, and walk just a little bit further than from the computer desk to the couch in the course of a given day.
Man, that stuff makes me mad.