A thousand years ago when I was a little girl, September marked the start of that horror show called school. It seemed also that summer put away its swimming costume, floppy hat, and flip flops and pulled out the gloves and leaf rake; September used to jump start fall and little more.
My evening news shared the new purpose for the month of September : Childhood Obesity Awareness Month. There is a whole website dedicated to it.
What got me in the news report was a comment about how parents should have a conversation with their child who may be obese or who may be headed toward obesity.
As someone who has never been thin, I get it. We don’t want to harm the delicate child psyche by snatching fattening foods from our child’s hand, we never want to call him/her inappropriate names.
But last I checked, it’s usually the grown folk who are paying for groceries. Is it harmful to say “No” to constant requests for salty snacks or confectionery treats? Who runs the house?
Of course it can be much more complex. Adults must be diligent in attending to their child’s health and so on. Childhood obesity is not only the result of overeating but it is something to which we must attend, particularly with the use of NGOs, strange preservatives, and unpronouncable fillers.
And ounce of prevention may mean a whole lot more now.