No, this is not a crisis. A serious issue does not constitute a crisis. Write it off as splitting hairs but if we're going to be discussing sloppy habits let's not forget the media's sloppy hait of misusing words for dramatic affect. cri·sis ( P ) Pronunciation Key (krss) n. pl. cri·ses (-sz) A crucial or decisive point or situation; a turning point. An unstable condition, as in political, social, or economic affairs, involving an impending abrupt or decisive change. A sudden change in the course of a disease or fever, toward either improvement or deterioration. An emotionally stressful event or traumatic change in a person's life. A point in a story or drama when a conflict reaches its highest tension and must be resolved.
The definitive work on this topic in the Arts: The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin' That's what I said The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand Or so I have read My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo I'd like to sink her with my pink torpedo Big bottom, big bottom Talk about bum cakes, my girl's got 'em Big bottom drive me out of my mind How could I leave this behind? I met her on Monday, twas my lucky bun day You know what I mean I love her each weekday, each velvety cheek day You know what I mean My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights Big game is waiting there inside her tights, yeah Big bottom, big bottom Talk about mud flaps, my girl's got 'em Big bottom drive me out of my mind How could I leave this behind? Lyrics by David St. Hubbins
Or, you could go in this direction: Frank Sinatra - Lean Baby Lyrics My lean baby - tall and thin Five feet seven - of bones and skin But when she tells me maybe she loves me I feel as mellow as a fellow can be She's so skinny - she's so drawn When she stands sideways - you (would) think (that) she's gone But when she calls me: "baby" - I feel fine To think she's frantically, romantically mine She's slender, but she's tender She makes my heart surrender And every night, when I hold her tight The feeling is nice - my arms can go around twice My lean baby - she's so slim A broomstick's wider - but not as trim And when she starts to kiss me - then I know I love her so, I'll never, ever, let her go My lean baby - strange to see And all that nothing - it belongs to me And though she may be scrawny - she's ok Because I wouldn't want her any other way She's so skinny - she's so drawn When she stands sideways - you (would) think (that) she's gone But when she calls me: "baby" - I feel fine To think she's frantically, romantically mine I chased her - and I caught her Then a diamond ring - I bought her (hey) the diamonds shine - the ring is so fine But here is the twist - she wears it right on her wrist My lean baby - she's so slim A broomstick's wider - but not as trim And when she starts to kiss me - then I know I love her so, I'll never, ever, let her go My lean baby - tall and thin... (do-do-do-do-do,...)
Right back at ya: Are you gonna take me home tonight All down beside that red firelight Are you gonna let it all hang out Fat bottomed girls You make the rockin' world go round Hey I was just a skinny lad Never knew no good from bad But I knew life before I left my nursery - huh Left alone with big fat Fanny She was such a naughty nanny Heap big woman you made a bad boy out of me Hey hey! I've been singing with my band Across the wire across the land I seen ev'ry blue eyed floozy on the way, hey But their beauty and their style Wear kind of smooth after a while Take me to them dirty ladies every time (C'mon) Oh won't you take me home tonight? Oh down beside your red firelight Oh and you give it all you got Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round Hey listen here Now I got mortgages and homes I got stiffness in my bones Ain't no beauty queens in this locality (I tell ya) Oh but I still get my pleasure Still got my greatest treasure Heap big woman you done made a big man out of me Now get this Are you gonna take me home tonight (please) All down beside that red firelight Are you gonna let it all hang out Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round GET ON YOUR BIKES AND RIDE! Oooh yeah oh yeah them fat bottomed girls Fat bottomed girls Yeah yeah yeah all right ride 'em cowboys Fat bottomed girls Yes yes ohh gets me everytime
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Crisis? I don't know. Serious public health issue, yes. I currently reside in Florida. Every time I go into a Walmart I see 2-3 of these morbidly obese people riding around in scooters. People who would be in a circus freak show 50 years ago. Usually, they are middle aged people. The medical profession is not doing them any favors. They need to get off the scooter and walk. The health costs in the future are going to be enormous. I can't shrug off the skyrocketing juvenile diabetes and obesity numbers with the knowledge that we have better medicine to deal with it. We've forgotten how to eat in this country.
That looks like one of the lez editors of the local liberal weekly rag here in Boise. Nasty. --------- Don't these obesity threads pop up in BigSoccer every couple of months? Wish I knew where they all were so I could just copy and paste my posts onto this thread. In addition to targeting McDonald's and Dominoes, add to the list the XBOX360, cell phones, IPOD, Netflix, Hollister, Tivo, kids, housework, studying etc. Just about anything that distracts us from going on a run or lifting weights.
You are correct--this is considered the most accurate measurement of body fat. I should add that BMI has been shown to correlate almost exactly with body fat percentage and waist-to-hip ratio. (I don't want to hunt for the study again). So while it is true that someone can have an elevated BMI and still be fit as a fiddle, those Michael Jordan types are indeed rarities.
I tend to think diet has a lot to do with it, too. I rarely exercise and am a pack-a-day smoker, but I've managed to maintain a pretty reasonable weight by eliminating soda and red meat from my diet.
The weekend before Christmas, I took the train home from a shopping trip downtown. As I entered the train car, I noticed an extremely obese man (around 400 pounds, I'd say) sitting in one of the seats that has more room. Once I sat down, I noticed that his wife was sitting across the aisle from him. She was also around 400 pounds and relied on a wheelchair to get around; furthermore, the front row of her upper teeth was missing. There were two kids with them, roughly nine or ten years of age. Both were very, very fat. Each kid had upper arms that were thicker than my thighs. As we're waiting for the train to start, I can't keep my eyes off of them, because the kids are slugging down large bottles of Pepsi. They were not sipping. One of the girls held the Pepsi to her mouth for a solid fifteen seconds, gulping down half of the bottle. Her face was so thick with fat that the contortions she made while drinking the bottle made her look like she had no eyes. I am not making this up. The mother was drinking her Pepsi in the same manner. Then, once they had finished their drinks, they broke out the other snacks. For dad, it was a large bag of cheese and carmel popcorn. For the kids, each had a bag of gummi candy. I don't want to sound judgemental, but it's hard not to make judgements when you're presented with so much evidence. It was an utterly disgusting sight, watching these people pig out, as if they hadn't eaten a bite in two weeks. I wanted to scream at them, "What are you doing to your kids!?!?!" Those little ones will have diabetes by the time they reach high school. I don't really have a reason for sharing this.
Don't smokers pay more in health insurance premiums? Aren't there, in rare cases, people who are obese as a result of some medical condition and not through any fault of their own? If you can weed out the two groups, I say charge the "behaviorally" obese more in health insurance and charge the "medically" obese the same as everyone else.
MAn, I tried to be a vegetarian for like a month and put on about 5 pounds pronto. Replaced meat with potato chips. If I became a vegan, I'd probably be massive.
Umm....ok, so you are a reasonable weight, yet also flirting with lung cancer and emphesyma from the cigs, limited muscle mass and aerobic capacity from the lack of exercise, not to mention who knows what else is happening on the inside - but hey, youre thin and dont touch that red meat stuff! I seriously hope I just missed the sarcasm in this post, but somehow I doubt it...
I never said it was exactly the smartest course of action, but it seems to be working for the time being. Of course, I'm 23, so I also realize that it'll catch up with me and bite me in the ass before long.
fine... are you allergic to doing something about it before it becomes a crisis? or to put it in your terms, should we wait until the gun barrel is in our nose on this one? how about crisis prevention, is that ok?
The thing people dont understand is alot of this is genetic. There are 3 different bodytypes (ectomorph, mesomorph, endomorph.) Ectos are generally skinny, and have metabolisms that resemble a raging furnace. They can eat whatever they want and "get away with murder" when it comes to dieting. They simply dont have to. Meso's are in the middle. slightly stockier. Endos are the "bulky," slow metabolism people out there who have a hard time keeping off weight. So my point is some people are dealt a better more manageable hand than others and this has a lot to do with "success" of weight control. I am not excusing laziness, but there are plenty of people who try to lose weight, and the results arent obvious.. effort doesnt always = success in this realm..
Me exactly. And my big bones won't let me go any lower. (and I figured Matt for a short fingered tard with a Napolean complex.)
My obese secretary was complaining about having to do a little walking during the MTA strike, even saying "And I'm handicapped." I so much wanted to yell at her, "You're not handicapped - you're just FAT! You didn't lose a leg in a combine accident. You didn't take shrapnel to the lungs in Nam. You're simply disgustingly obese! Maybe if you had ever tried walking before today, you wouldn't be that way now!" That should be the medical term, by the way. Not 'morbidly obese', but 'disgustingly obese'. Let's call it what it is.