How to solve the ‘obesity crisis’

In my daily round I do see a great many people, who, not to put too fine a point on it, need to shed a few pounds. Although I’ve always been painfully aware of my own tendency to hang on to excess weight, and not being twenty one any more, have to work much harder to get rid of the unwanted extra me. So I’m a little more cautious than many to go flinging the terms ‘blubberino’ or making pointed remarks about great white whales, or going into a frothing diatribe about heart disease and arteries so furred up they cost the health service ‘billions’. Glass houses and stones having their own small compatibility issues. Although nowhere near so much as the cases in point.

Nonetheless, on my daily round a couple of days ago, I was walking up the street behind two such sidewalk blockers and found myself wondering why they had laterally grown to the size they had. Casual observation gave no clues, and in the case of the two in question, this being the town it is, everybody knows somebody. You don’t have to be a detective to find out most things about others who cross your path. I’d seen the people concerned before and a friend had made comment that the two in question were well known as serial dieters who hawkishly watched each and every calorie that passed their lips in case it did something vaguely reckless.

After hearing a number of similar stories, I found myself thinking that maybe the calories themselves were innocent, but the people’s restricted physical mobility might be the key issue. Canadians living as they do, they travel a lot, and some walk a lot (And I do mean a lot), and others don’t. Many people spend so much effort at work, that at the end of the day all they want to do is slump down on a sofa and veg out half watching television.

One of the things I’ve noticed about those who are, let’s say, more than a little over the limit weight wise, are big watchers of TV. It’s how they ‘relax’. Soaps, dramas, talent shows, what passes for news, sports etc. On the whole, and I know this is one of those awful broad brushstroke statements, they are passive absorbers of the world. This being the case, it might be said that Television, that great thief of time, might be the root of the current ‘obesity crisis’ various well meaning control freaks and politicians are always berating everybody about.

Having ditched the old one eyed monster over five years ago, I find that anything over half an hours exposure soporific, so how some people can sit there for hours in front of the idiot box is beyond me. I’m increasingly of the opinion that such long periods of inactivity, vacuously drinking in the dreams of others, actually contributes to packing on the poundage, and some serious people think the same. To quote this article;

According to William H. Deitz, pediatrician and prominent obesity expert at Tufts University School of Medicine, “The easiest way to reduce inactivity is to turn off the TV set. Almost anything else uses more energy than watching TV.”

Of course there are many other sources that say the same things in a similar way. So there you have it. The answer to the great conundrum of increasing obesity in the Western world; Television. Cut the channels down to broadcasting between four o’clock in the afternoon to say eleven o’clock at night and we may find the ‘obesity crisis’ simply disappears as people begin to get lives. No need for ‘five a day’ or ‘eat healthy’ TV campaigns or for healthy eating activists to chain themselves to the doors of fast food eateries. Simply cull the viewing time available and the ‘problem’ will simply go away. TV’s mostly crap anyway. To repeat this axiom;

“Don’t watch TV. It’s a cultural wasteland filled with inappropriate metaphors and an unrealistic portrayal of life created by the liberal media elite.”



Obesity crisis solved! Huzzah! World a much better place, sun shines, birds sing, half hols all round. Well done young William. You’ve saved the day!

Not. Hey, what’s on the other channel? Pass the remote will ya hon? Zzzzzzzzzz….

Roy Spencer on CO2

Watch, digest, consider, pass it on. A view from a ‘properly qualified’ Climate Scientist. Dr Roy Spencer.

Well, well, well.

Nice pussyI’ve never been a fan of the Murdoch owned press, least of all the tabloid section, but my goodness isn’t the current state of affairs interesting? Ofcom going after the big guys for a change, and the notorious News of the World disappearing. If you’ll forgive the schadenfreude, the Times and associated tabloid media have done a lot of harm over the years. Reputations unjustly trashed, bloggers ‘outed’, people unjustly fingered for crimes they didn’t commit. The unthinking mob set on innocents. Whatever is coming to them couldn’t happen to a nicer bunch of people.

Right at this moment I’m enjoying a delightfully warm smug feeling of self righteous satisfaction. (Evil chuckle, strokes metaphorical white cat) There’s the added bonus that if Camerloon and his über green cohorts go down with the Murdoch ship you may hear raucous laughter echoing all the way from British Columbia.

Erm…..

Have run out of things I want to say right now. Honestly. I’m rendered mute on the blogging front. There is little I haven’t said before in one form or another, and quite frankly me dears, I can’t be arsed to say it. Although I’m sure something will drift into view to raise the molten river of anger that seems to drive my postings. It’s just for the minute, like some volcano, I am quiescent.

Does this mean humanity is any less asinine, myopic and greedy? Politicians and their owners doubly so? Well, to put it in the merest lilliputian of Filbert casings, no. So no change there, then.

What else? Summer has finally deigned to put in an appearance here in the Pacific North West. About bloody time too, although our solar heated swimming pool won’t get used this year, mores the pity. Still, there’s other stuff to do, other writings which must claim my attention, oh, and travel. A fair bit of that in the next month or so. If something piques my interest I may post about it, possibly not. Tell you the truth I’m a little bored of online life, and must perforce go live my real one.

Not that anyone is remotely interested in that.