So, this month we just celebrated the United States of America’s birthday and you know what I am going to buy the country? A Thigh Master (remember this?). You know why? We are too fat. I know our First Lady is trying to get our kids in better shape, but it may be too late. We have given up. Yesterday, I went to a pizza buffet restaurant owned by a friend of mine. I notice the same thing that I notice every time I go to an all-you-can-eat place, the people are huge.
Don’t get me wrong, I too am heavier than I should be. I don’t exercise enough, I eat more than I should and my schedule can be extremely wacky. To top things off, I am often seduced by the quickness and cheapness of McDonald’s. A McDouble for a buck! You can’t beat that! I once posted on Facebook that I was going to rush down and eat the new Double Down at KFC (http://www.kfc.com/doubledown/). With pride I gave KFC credit for having an ad campaign as if to say “F#?k it, the country is fat, let’s ride the wave”. And I went to KFC with the sole intention of ordering and eating a Double Down. You know what happened? I saw a big poster board of the sandwich and got to see it in all of its fatty heart clogging glory and couldn’t do it. I chickened out (pun very much intended). It just seemed wrong. So, I lived vicariously through my buddy Corey, who said it is just god awful. But the latest sandwich has inspired me to write this post. What could be worse than a sandwich with chicken patties for buns? How about grilled cheese sandwiches as buns?
That’s right, I give you the Grilled Cheese BurgerMelt (http://www.friendlys.com/whats-new/). Really? I mean really? America, eat a piece of broccoli, grab some fruit, grill a breast of chicken, take a walk, go for a bike ride, GET OFF YOUR BUTT you big fat (insert expletive here!!!) There, I said it, or at least implied it. America, you are fat. Now, I would never vote to make poor choices illegal, but at some point I just might have to walk over to the family of four with two kids under the age of 10 with a total combined family weight of 800 pounds making their fourth trip to the all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet, and slap the food out of their hands, slap the plates off the table, and then slap the parents. I am sorry, but if your kid is 5 years old and weighs 100 pounds, you have done something wrong. Am I blaming parents for childhood obesity? You damn straight I am.
Now, to my friends, family, and myself, if you are overweight, I only ask one thing…
Don’t give up. Yeah, it’s a struggle, but the buffets and midnight binges are not helping. Seek help if necessary, not just a dietician, but maybe a therapist. Be healthy. Strive to live a life that is truly best for you and those around you.
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No, my daughter has NOT been born yet. But the real question is why is everyone crazy when it comes to babies? My wife looks 11 months pregnant and no one is more aware of that than her, but does that mean that every Teresa, Dina, and Harriet has the right to touch her, ask about her personal business, and retell their every known baby story on how Jane Schmoe also had a difficult pregnancy. WE DON’T CARE!!! I want the baby to be born because I am sick of everyone in the neighborhood asking me if the baby has been born yet. See, this is what I get for talking to people. I’m just sayin …
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