32 ounces

I wanted to bypass any discussion of obesity in my blog, but clearly it is unavoidable. I'm not talking about the kind of obesity that is determined by life insurance companies. You know, the BMI stuff? I'm not talking about the chubby or those with a little "extra junk in the trunk". I am talking about morbid obesity. I am referring to people that are rotund, porcine, avoirdupois, extra fleshy! Did you know that the smallest Icee available at Circle K is 32 ounces? 32 ounces?! That is equal to 1/2 of the minimum amount of water we should be drinking each day. Instead, they are selling 32 ounces of adulterated sugar to children. It is sugar embellished in a kaleidoscope of icy colors, created to silently entice people of all ages to indulge in over 400 calories of fuel, that will enthusiastically migrate to fat cells.

I am not free of blame. Of course, I "nourish" myself with the occasional cup of MoJo yogurt, which wouldn't be terrible if it was not simply a vessel for a substantial tower of peanut butter chips and Oreo bits. And I can't deny the iced latte that I consume daily or the "I really don't have time to eat" grilled cheese from the cafeteria grill. BUT, I am cognizant of times when I treat my body, which is a temple according to the Bible, as a hazardous waste bin. I move a little more and eat a little more from Mother Earth. I know what my fasting glucose is, and maybe that is because I am in the medical field, but it shouldn't take a medical education to know that fat is FAT. Anyone with eyes can see the effects of daily gluttonous feeding. I can see my MoJo love handles, but when it becomes impossible to differentiate between love handle, back fat, breast, and abdomen there is a problem, a BIG problem.

We are a fat nation, thus we are a sick nation. Already, type II diabetes is being diagnosed in young, under the age of 10, kids. It is NOT juvenile diabetes, it is type II, "your 10 year old is 50 pounds overweight" diabetes. The top 3 causes of death are inescapably related to obesity. Daily, I walk through the hospital halls and am witness to spandex, painfully stretched over fleshy curves not intended for the human race to possess. Slow moving, huffing and puffing spandex enshrouded flesh, carrying trays of 32 ounce cups of incognito sugar accompanied by animal flesh cooked in animal fat with a side of starchy tubers lubricated in animal grease. YUM But this is what "they" sell to us. Try to think of an authentically healthy fast food drive through. I have yet to come up with even one.