Obesity must be treated as disease -expertPersonally, I think if we confronted fat people with laughter and ridicule, it would do them a lot more good.
By Patricia Reaney
ATHENS (Reuters) - Obesity, which already affects more than 300 million people and an alarming number of children, must be recognized and treated as a disease with deadly complications, a leading expert said on Wednesday.
Up to 8 percent of total healthcare costs in some Western countries are attributable to obesity and related problems. It is a leading cause of preventable death -- so shedding excess weight is not just about looking good.
"Obesity is not an aesthetic problem. It is a very complex problem tightly connected to diabetes, atherosclerosis (blocked arteries) and other major health problems and causes of death," Professor Constantine Tsigos, chairman of the 14th European Congress on Obesity, told Reuters ahead of the meeting.
"It has to be treated and confronted seriously." (link)
Now, I know there are quite a few of you reading this who weigh more than you wish you did. (That's my polite way of saying you consider yourself a rotund mound of tonnage).
Here's some advice from one who has been there:
About four years ago, I hopped on the scales and, no matter how I tried to reposition my weight on the damn thing, I weighed 217 pounds (I'm 6'0"). I attribute it to the fact that I gave up bourbon whiskey and we all know that consuming great quantities of bourbon somehow brings about weight reduction. Scientists have determined that it has to do either with all the puking or to the long stretches of time when you forget to eat.
Anyway, I reached crisis mode this particular morning when, shortly after I weighed myself (I still think it had to do with the strong crosswind in the bathroom that somehow affected the sensor thingie in the scales), I went to put on a suit.
Now, you should know that Paula and I took a day and went to a men's clothing store in Detroit shortly before Blimpboy-Swells-to-217-Freeking-Pounds Day and purchased some suits. No, they weren't just suits. These were suits. Very expensive, custom-tailored, form-fitting, pectoral enhancing (okay, I embellish) suits. The kind that set you back enough to where you include them in your will.
On the day of inflabby, er infamy, I could barely get my trousers buttoned. My very expensive trousers.
Tears came to my eyes.
If there is one thing that motivates guys, besides buxom women, its money. And I saw that, if I didn't change my eating habits, I was going to be using my nice new expensive suits for Goodwill write-offs.
So. I decided to lose weight then and there.
I researched the Atkins Diet. And I absorbed the finer intricacies of the Pritikin Diet. And I consulted Jenny Craig. And I checked out the Weightwatchers program. As well as the South Beach Diet. What I was able to determine, after exhaustive research, was that each of these diets offered certain advantages. So what I finally decided to do was, I combined all of these diets into one.
I eat less of everything.
And I've maintained a steady 185 ever since.
No charge for the advice.