Sunday, August 31, 2008

advertising in shows about obesity (and a bit of live-blog)

I'm watching a bunch of shows on TLC about being overweight. The ads? Wether chocolates (I might have spelled that wrong) , Hershey's new Bliss chocolates, and McDonalds. The particular episode (Big as Life-Obesity in America) I'm watching right now is about how little the amount of food is that one must eat to maintain a weight of 400 or 500 lbs or more, and how easy it is to unknowingly overeat in our society...cue Micky D's and chocolate commercials.
I'm not going to do a true live-blog of this, but just mention a little of what happens.
One woman, Doris Skiba, actually did a picture journal of herself going from her goal weight of around 180 back up to over 500 lbs. I haven't been able to find any links to her things online--the photos they showed were very moving.
Another woman had WLS and gained back all the weight plus more. She says, as I have said and thought, that if you can monitor your intake as they tell you to do after surgery and you can take a walk every day, what do you need the surgery for? Just do it.
But this other guy who weighed over 600 lbs did very well on the surgery. Which mirrors what I've seen in life. Some people do awesome after WLS and for some, it just don't seem to do much.


In an aside, while trying to find information on Doris Skiba's photos, I found this site, which is all text. Not all of it is about obesity, but the parts that are, are very interesting. (Scroll down about 1/3 to the Bon Jovi quote and the story of Al)
He offers some homework:
Exercise 1

• Buy a box of individually wrapped snack cakes.
• Take it home without opening it on the way.
• Open it in the kitchen and eat one of the individually wrapped snacks.
• Put the remainder in a kitchen cabinet where you will see it periodically, and leave it there for one week.
• Take it out and throw it away (into a trash receptacle from which it cannot be retrieved).

When you have successfully completed Exercise 1, move on to Exercise 2:

Exercise 2

• Go to a fast-food burger restaurant and buy a typical meal — one burger, one medium-sized order of fries, and a medium-sized soda.
• Consume half of everything: Half of the burger, half of the fries, and half of the soda. (Do not pre-divide the meal into halves before eating — just start eating and then stop at half.)
• Throw the rest away on your way out of the restaurant. Don’t eat anything else for at least two hours.

When Exercise 2 is performed correctly, move on to Exercise 3:

Exercise 3

• Go to a party where snacks are in plentiful supply.
• Wait until at you have seen at least three other people graze the snack layout. (Persons who already have a plate of snacks in their hand when you arrive don’t count.)
• Make yourself a plate of snacks.
• Eat most of it, but leave a little uneaten.
• Don’t touch the snacks again for the rest of the party — find a conversation or activity to keep yourself busy instead.


The show ends with Doris Skiba saying that she has to live her life in her 500 lb body. She doesn't like her 500 lb body, but that's what she's got.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

61-lb 11 month old baby


This Columbian baby weighs almost 62 pounds and is the size of an 8-year-old...and he's only 11 months old.
His mother says he started gaining weight like crazy when he was 2 months old and probably has a thyroid problem.
He looks like the Michelin Man.
His mother, Milena Orosco de Agudelo, is a skinny little thing so it's clearly not a case of an overweight parent overfeeding a child. She doesn't look like she weighs much more than than the baby, in fact.
I hope they can help this kid. He'll end up confined to bed and probably die before he hits adulthood.
(picture source=article source; screenprint)

followup to followup on obese woman crushing todder

Hot on the heels of finding the article about how the toddler's head was crushed by being hit, I find the woman's lawyer saying that she "lacks the movement in her arms to have killed the child, calling it an 'impossibility.'"
I continue to be baffled over why the woman can't just TELL someone what happened. If she crushed the kid by accident (which the child's mother believes), then SAY so. An accident is prosecuted far differently than beating a kid to death. Although at this point, I don't think anyone would believe her, if she has indeed been silent on what happened for all this time.
And this finishes off my disbelief:
A state district judge has agreed not to jail Mayra Rosales, provided she wears a global positioning system tracker until her trial.
Because all of a sudden either she'll lose enough weight to fit through the door or someone will stage a "bed break" for her and cut a hole in the wall and spirit her to safety.
(screenprint)

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

followup: obese woman kills toddler


I blogged about this story back when it happened, in March. At that time, the press was saying the obese woman crushed the child.
Now woman has been indicted and the story has changed. I originally imagined the bedridden woman falling on the child, or maybe the child was in bed with her and she rolled over on it. But they are saying she basically beat the kid to death, which is a totally different scenario.
Mayra Lizbeth Rosales, 27, was indicted on one count of first-degree murder and on one count of injury to a child in the death of Eliseo Gonzalez Jr....The grand jury indicted her after a full autopsy confirmed investigators' suspicions that the child died March 18 because he had been struck. Investigators believe the toddler was struck at least twice, crushing his head.
Being hit so hard your head is crushed is not the same thing as being crushed to death by a fat person falling on you. (See the original article.)
But that's not the controversy, of course. It's that she weighs 800-1,000 lbs (different articles say different amounts) and can't fit through the door, and therefore cannot be brought to trial.
Now readers of this blog know that I'm not fond of kids. But I wouldn't beat one to death. That's just wrong, and I still question the sanity of any mother who would leave a toddler under the care of a bedridden, massively obese person.
(screenprint; image source=article source)

Monday, August 25, 2008

being fat in a chair and how annoying it is from both sides

I went to the movies yesterday. The movie theater has seats that you can lean back in, and the armrests also come up, which makes it really comfy because you can sprawl across a couple of seats if it's not crowded.
I mention the seats only because I think they have a bearing on this issue.
So I'm watching the movie, leaning back hardly at all, and I became aware of the fact that my stomach was sticking out farther than my boobs. Which, in reality, when I'm standing up, it doesn't. I felt like a step pyramid of fat. Fat thighs against the seat in front of me, fat belly piled on them, fat boobs on top of them, then my fat head, each pile of fat a little smaller and set back a little more.
Honestly, it was so gross. It distracted me from the movie. I tried sitting up straight and that didn't seem to help. The only thing I could figure was that my butt is so big that even though it was flat against the back of the seat, it was pushing my stomach way forward? But that doesn't make any sense, because I'm sitting upright in a chair right now with my butt against the back and my stomach isn't sticking out a foot past my boobs. My boobs stick 2-3" in front of my belly when I'm seating, a little less than if I'm standing up.
Which reminds me of a different story about being fat in a chair.
I went to a concert recently at the Mohegan Sun arena. I don't like it there; I've mentioned it before. The seats are narrow and the rows are narrow (no knee room) and I'm extremely uncomfortable. I can cram myself into the seat but it's hard to get back out. But it was a show I really want to see and so I forced myself to go.
A very fat guy was sitting behind me. Fatter than me. I have no idea how he fit into the seat. In fact, I think he wasn't in the seat at all, I think he was on the edge of it. His belly was very large and pendulous and he sat in the sprawl-legged position those of us who are very fat often adopt. And I wouldn't have cared, at all, that this fat guy was right behind me, because I'm way fat and I was right behind someone else, right?
But when I sat in my seat, and he was sitting, his knees were literally on either side of my head and his belly (or his other, don't want to think about what it could have been) were against the back of my head. TOUCHING. That's intrusive. I checked and my fat was not encroaching on the row in front of me.
The show started and I stood up, which released me from the prison of this guy's legs. (He didn't smell bad, thank god.) But my leg would get tired and sore, so I'd have to take short sit breaks. The guy was now standing as well, and when I sat, his belly was on top of my head. Resting on it. So I'd quickly get back up. I checked and my belly was not sitting on anyone's head.
You can imagine that this bugged me, a lot. I know the guy's fat and he can't help it that the seats are small and the rows narrow. ( But damn, can you not make sure your belly isn't on top of someone else? The whole personal space thing?)
One of the things my husband and I do sometimes so we don't crowd others is buy 3 seats instead of 2, but I bought these tickets through a fanclub and it was 2 per customer max--but if this guy was behind me, chances are he bought fanclub tickets too).
I didn't say anything to my husband until we were in the car at the end of the show and he said I should have told him and he would have said something to the guy. Like what? "You're so fat your belly is on my wife's head?" The guy knows he's fat, just like I know I'm fat. Is it possible he couldn't feel that his belly was on or against my head? Maybe he thought it was his feet, or the back of my chair?
What was just as annoying was that the woman with him kept leaning forward and screaming directly into my ear during the main act so I ended up having to put my earplugs back in to drown her out. That ear was ringing for 2 days--the other one, not at all.
So what is the etiquette here? Do I say, "excuse me, your belly is on my head"? Would I want someone to tell me? Would I get angry if someone told me that? Or would I feel shame? Or get defensive? I can't picture it.
Mohegan Sun seems to attract a certain class of fat people; I hope I'm not part of that. A year or so ago we were going to a different show there, and we ate at one of the restaurants, and this fat guy was wearing oversized pants with the crotch down to the knees. When he sat, his whole butt was exposed, and he had a massive plumber's crack (or maybe no undies, I don't want to know) and his bare butt was on the seat in the restaurant. I was so grossed out I ended up not eating (plus they brought me the wrong food more than once).
I guess I should stop going to shows there. I wish they'd book shows into the Meadows all year and not just in the summer.