Everybody loves a good fat joke, right? I can’t lie, I’ve laughed at a few in my day, but I’ve got to be real with yall for a minute…
Those jokes are not that damn funny, especially when 1 in 3 people is obese. That means, it’s a family member, or friend, if it’s not you. With these statistics, it’s likely a combination; sometimes the people you least expect. People are dying and it’s not a joke.
In an earlier post, Hey Fattie! I reminisced about being a young chubby girl. I’m not sure what was so different about me from the other kids. Did I eat more fast food? Was I generally less active than my peers?
Seeing the true consequences and the correlation between consumption and body function over time, after seeing and hearing of family members and friends dying a slow painful death is unsettling. When I see small children, even babies developing deadly diseases, I consider myself lucky to not have been diagnosed with a terminal illness, because obesity doesn’t look like it used to, nor is disease some abstract concept. These words are very common to us. Many of our family members have died or live with the same painful diseases.
Unfortunately, it’s only now I recognize that I actually have a serious disease, but there’s no traumatic story about when I received my diagnosis. It’s hardly rare or unique, to the point that that it’s somewhat ignored. It’s wiping out America, and the rest of the developed world. As much as I hate to admit it, obesity is a common precursor for many terminal illnesses.
It’s probably the most underrated deadly disease. I’m actually disgusted that it isn’t taken more seriously, especially when we are being warned to consult our physicians before starting any exercise programs, like our bodies are generally in that bad of shape that we have to check that physical exercise won’t kill us. It scares me to think that I could be diagnosed with cancer or have a heart attack and die a slow painful death, while taking a bunch of pills. I don’t have time to consult my physician when I’m killing myself.
I felt a little better with the popularity of the phrase “Everything in moderation”, at least mentally. It didn’t do much physically, since it was just a way to justify anything bad. Only recently, I found out that a cookie is not good in moderation, because bad things in small quantities are still bad. It tastes good, but its good for nothing. Do I still eat cookies? maybe…the struggle is real, but I am conscious that ingredients are important. The body needs certain ingredients to function well, and food substitutes do have an effect on functionality, and mortality.
EXCERPT from The American Heart Association; Go RED for Women
“Heart disease & stroke is the No. 1 killer in women, and stroke disproportionately affects African-Americans. Importantly, African-American women are less likely than Caucasian women to be aware that heart disease is the leading cause of death.
Diabetes, smoking, high blood pressure, high blood cholesterol, physical inactivity, obesity and a family history of heart disease are all greatly prevalent among African-Americans and are major risk factors for heart disease and stroke. What’s more, African-American women have almost two times the risk of stroke than Caucasians, and more likely to die at an earlier age when compared to women of other ethnicities.
The truth about high blood pressure
More than 40 percent of non-Hispanic blacks have high blood pressure, which is more severe in blacks than whites, and develops earlier in life.
But why is it targeting African-Americans?
Researchers have found that there may be a gene that makes African-Americans much more sensitive to the effects of salt, which in turn increases the risk for developing high blood pressure. In people who have this gene, as little as one extra gram (half a teaspoon) of salt could raise blood pressure by as much as five millimeters of mercury (mm Hg).
The African-American population also tends to have higher rates of obesity and diabetes, which puts them at greater risk for high blood pressure and heart disease.”
Did y’all see that?
“Researchers have found that there may be a gene that makes African-Americans much more sensitive to the effects of salt”
I wonder what they mean by sensitive…
If it means anything other than being upset because the chef didn’t apply salt generously, I’m not sure I’m convinced.
There’s a deep dark undertone to all the hilarious jokes about white people and salt. I notice a very popular, yet fatal trend amongst those around me when it comes to health and wellness…
I get it! I’ve tasted some bland foods before, but healthy doesn’t have to be like that. these stats are so fucking unsettling, that I’m willing to eat some terrible foods. I mean, I had some less than desirable alcoholic beverages in college, but I was thinking of the bigger picture, ya know?
It makes us feel good, right? Well atleast for a little while, but think of all the factory made, chemical compositions that are so often mistaken for food. Similar to alcohol, they modify, and ultimately limit our functionality; they’re damn near indestructible.
— Your OG 🐩 (@LRNROSE)
DO I still use salt? Yes, but I have also been adopting one simple change to better my health, because obesity is not a joke.
Laughter is still the best medicine though, right?