The Only Cure For Obesity Is Willpower
“Wow, you’re so…fat, Kyle,” chirped my cousin Elena (the sister to this cunt) as we were hanging out at my house one day.
“Like, really fat.”
Not that she was a skinny girl herself, and these days she stands about 5’4″ and probably close to 170 pounds at this point, so I guess what goes around comes around, straight to the thighs. Tubba wubba! Her comments though, are what set me off on my own weight loss journey, which I briefly talked about here.
I stood 5’8″ and, at my heaviest (that I know of) I was 210 pounds. I’d wager I lost 10+ pounds though before I finally got the courage to step on the scale. At that height and weight, I had a BMI of nearly 32 – which is classified as obese (30+ BMI = obese). Now, BMI isn’t really accurate per se as it doesn’t account for muscle mass, but for the sake of simplicity I will likely reference it in these posts.
How did I get to that point? Well, up until I was about 9, I was a skinny kid. Then I started to like to eat…a lot. Around the age of 12, I found the world and allure of online gaming. I would spend hours a day playing Halo, Counter-Strike, Call of Duty, etc. I got to the point where I was playing in very competitive tournaments online in leagues like the CAL (Cyberathlete Amateur League, how pathetic). Around the age of 13-14, as I entered high school, I developed what I can honestly say was an addiction to World of Warcraft, and the weight kept climbing and climbing.
Elena’s comments, for whatever reason, enraged me. I think it’s likely because I thought she was a hypocrite and I wanted to show her up. I went on a rampage. I dropped down to 135 pounds in about 8 months, so nearly 10 pounds a month. I, unbeknownst to myself at the time, was intermittent fasting every day. Skip breakfast. Eat a sandwich and banana at lunch. Play basketball for a couple hours in the afternoon. Eat whatever Mom cooked for dinner, but in much, much smaller portions than I previously had.
These days I stand maybe 5’9″ and weigh 175 pounds. I still fit the exact same size pants I did at 135. 135 was ridiculously skinny,
Sheer willpower allowed me to do it. There were days I was hungry and had to fight through the pain. Days I nearly passed out on my run because I was pushing myself so hard to lose the weight. Days where I had to fight like mad not to eat the brownies that everybody else was enjoying.
It wasn’t easy, but nothing that is ever worth doing is easy. That’s why every single damn anti-obesity campaign is a recipe for failure. None of this happy kumbaya (sp?) bullshit will help people turn their lives around. To them, it says: “Guess what fatass, you’re not the only one who is a massive whale! Therefore, it can’t possibly be your fault!”
That’s why Fat Shaming Week at Return Of Kings got so much vile. Accountability for yourself? What a concept.
Today, two-thirds of U.S. adults and nearly one in three children struggle because they are overweight or have obesity.
A few more fun facts, to show the scope of how obesity affects healthy, fit people like myself.
America’s Obesity Epidemic
-Today two-thirds of adults and nearly one-third of children struggle with overweight and obesity.1
-If obesity rates stay consistent, by 2030, 51 percent of the population will be obese by 2030.2
-Twenty years ago, no state had an obesity rate above 15 percent. Today there are 41 states with obesity rates over 25 percent, according to the Trust for American’s Health.3
-Since 1980, the rate of obesity in children and adolescents has almost tripled.4
51% of the population will be obese, which doesn’t account for the people that are simply overweight. What’s this mean? It’ll be nearly impossible to find a fit and trim girl. If 51% of the population is obese, then, for rounding purposes, 50% are not. However, probably 25% of them are still overweight. Which leaves us with 25% of the remaining population, of which half are females that are trim and fit. That leaves 12.5% of the American population that is bangable from a “size”. Factor in those already taken, are lesbians, or that cut their hair short, and I’d wager it’s less than 10%.
The Economic Impact of Obesity
-In 2010, the nonpartisan Congressional Budget Office reported that nearly 20 percent of the increase in U.S. health care spending (from 1987-2007) was caused by obesity.9
– Annual health costs related to obesity in the U.S. is nearly $200 billion, and nearly 21 percent of medical costs in the U.S. can be attributed to obesity.10
-Researchers estimate that if obesity trends continue, obesity related medical costs, alone, could rise by $43 to $66 billion each year in the United States by 2030.11
-Per capita medical spending is $2,741 higher for people with obesity than for normal weight individuals.12
Yeah, meanwhile, health nuts like myself are still paying taxes so that we can expand the size of the seats on public transportation.
$200 billion is enough to buy 74,000 Bugatti Veyron Super Sport cars, that run a cool $2.7 million each:
Obesity and Nutrition
-In total, Americans now consume 31 percent more calories today than they did 40 years ago.20
-According to the United States Department of Agriculture, healthier diets could prevent at least $71 billion per year in medical costs, lost productivity and lost lives.21
I’m showing all of these facts and worthless campaigns because when it comes down to it, NONE of them will work. The change to improve your fitness, nutrition, and health, as well as just be an overall healthier individual, comes from within. No amount of commercials from NBA, NFL, or MLB players, or Michelle Obama’s stupid program about childhood obesity, or any propaganda will really cure obesity.
For the record, I don’t think young children should be held completely responsible for their obesity. Pre-puberty, kids don’t give a damn what they look like. They don’t have body image or self esteem issues at that point. So then, where does the blame lie? With the parents. The parents are the ones that are too fucking lazy to cook healthy food, exercise with their kids, or promote a healthy lifestyle. They’d rather order takeout and watch re-runs of The Bachelor as opposed to playing catch or shooting hoops with Little Johnny.
Also for the record, I don’t blame my parents, as I was a teen when my body started to balloon. I was old enough to make those choices for myself, and I dug my own grave.
The only cure is for people to develop more willpower so that they are motivated to stop being overweight. How do you do that? Hell if I know. If I came up with a sure-fire way to do it, I’d be sitting there with 74,000 Bugatti Veyrons. The point I’m making though is this: it comes from within. An individual wanting to be the best they can be.
Apparently, it only takes getting insulted to your face by your fat cousin to start the fire, and that didn’t cost America a cent.
And…revenge is priceless.
Enjoy that Big Mac, Elena.