I was a fat kid. Second helpings and even third helpings at dinner time were normal. And the food...oh what marvelous food: Fried chicken, juicy ham, bacon and eggs, fried fish, fried banana and plantain, Johnny Dakes and Festival, Patties. Pretty much everything fried in oil. Delicious!
And the quantity...did I mention that it was normal to have 'Seconds' and even 'Thirds'?
Combined with an almosttotally sedentary lifestyle up until my mid twenties, I had no trouble being a 'fatso'. Wore it with pride. I swam and played squash but nothing consistently enough to burn the calories from overeating and lack of activity.
The turning point came when my doctor asked me if I planned to take medication for impending High Blood Pressure like my Dad. That did it. Took up running; changed my diet...enough anyway to drop weight not have to take medication. Since then I've been pretty aggressive in promoting physical activity from an early age. I guess I've been pretty successful: All the boys are still active in baseball, basketball and even running!
Don't raise fat kids!
Until next time...
ThatRunninGuy
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