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Solving the obesity crisis

I read two items in the news that are guaranteed to make obese people and the parents who raise them feel guilty. First, obese people are contributing disproportionately to global warming. Apparently, because obese people are larger, they need more calories to sustain their weight. This also translates into the need for more fuel to move them around on cars and public transportation. According to the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine, obese people on average require eighteen percent more calories than people of the same height and age of normal weight.

The second story (and to me the more frightening one) is the lead story in today’s Washington Post, Obesity Threatens a Generation. Apparently, the youth of today who are obese or even overweight have a much higher likelihood of developing chronic diseases earlier in life.

Doctors are seeing confirmation of this daily: boys and girls in elementary school suffering from high blood pressure, high cholesterol and painful joint conditions; a soaring incidence of type 2 diabetes, once a rarity in pediatricians’ offices; even a spike in child gallstones, also once a singularly adult affliction. Minority youth are most severely affected, because so many are pushing the scales into the most dangerous territory.

I am worried not only for the children out there who are overweight but also for my own daughter. She had times in her childhood when she was technically obese. For a few years, we enrolled her in Taekwondo. During that time, she had a normal weight and was in great physical condition. Eventually chose to give up the sport to concentrate on her academics. We encouraged her to exercise but she got out of the habit.

Now that she is eighteen and is earning her own money, she has the freedom to buy whatever she wants. Apparently, our choice of junk foods is very modest, so she has begun to buy her own food. Her food choices have been discouraging. She eats what most in her generation eat: a preponderance of junk food. My wife and I have of course registered of concern, but are being careful not to overdo it. As a young adult, she has the right to make her own choices and too much nagging is likely to be counterproductive. Fortunately, her job at a bookstore provides exercise simply because associates are so often on their feet. That helps.

Obesity runs in my wife’s side of the family. I am hoping my daughter did not pick up that particular gene. Given that my wife is one of many Americans struggling with obesity, I cannot help but wonder if ten or twenty years down the line, or perhaps even sooner, my daughter will be struggling with the same issues. I hope of course that she will emulate me and eat better, and exercise regularly. Like most teenagers, she thinks she is immortal. She realizes she may have to eat better and exercise regularly someday, but for now, she chooses to ignore the issue.

As do a preponderance of our youth, apparently. I am skeptical that today’s youth will find the wherewithal to address the problem as adults. I think without some major societal intervention that it is much more likely that they will stick with their current eating and exercise choices, because it has the feeling of familiarity and thus provides the illusion of comfort in a confusing world.

The consequences for these latest generations are truly dire. Yet there is little in the way of planned action to address these chronic problems. It appalls me to think that I may live to an older age than my daughter, primarily because my mother fed us healthy and nutritious food. Single parent families or dual income families are disproportionately raising today’s generation. That was true for our daughter. We both had full time jobs when our daughter was growing up. Living on one income, however modestly, was out of the question until the last few years. Our daughter ate most of her lunches in the school cafeteria, where she could safely consume the foods she wanted, like pizza, rather than the foods she needed. She fit right in. Her friends largely did the same thing.

I think dual income parenting contributed a lot toward the obesity epidemic. With family time so squeezed, it is not surprising that parents often rustled up meals from of a box or out of a fast food bag. It was also not surprising that our children tended to prefer these meals too. Food vendors do not stay in business by making uninteresting food. In order to attract more business, food had to be jazzed up. In that sense, American capitalism succeeded very well. Over time, we developed strong preferences for this unhealthy kind of food.

Congress may have inadvertently done our kids in too. Our agricultural subsidies, most of which went to subsidizing grains that could rarely turn a profit, made grain incredibly cheap. When certain types of food are cheap to purchase, many of us feel inclined to consume more of them than we used to. It used to be that we would rotate through seasonal foods over the course of a year. With grain cheap all year round, we added more and more grain to our diets. With sugar also artificially cheap, we had a deadly combination: cereals and breads laced with sugars. Cheap grain also encouraged us to give it to our livestock, making the price of meat cost less too. Most foods served in America were relative bargains throughout the latter half of the 20th century. There was little reason for restaurants not to super-size our portions when the ingredients were so cheap.

Our additional eating was one part of the equation. Lack of exercise was the other part. When I was a youth, we were free to roam neighborhoods at will as long as our homework was done and we returned home in time for dinner. Neighborhoods were assumed safe. My parents gave little thought to where we were as long as we were in the neighborhood. We also lacked modern indoor distractions like computers and videogames. Going outside and playing with the kids on the block was a compelling alternative to the drudgery of being home. Modern parents perceive that if they give the same freedom to their children that their children are at risk from child molesters. Parents believe it is safer to keep children at home rather than let them roam the neighborhood. To make this unfortunate reality easier to swallow, we provided indoor amusements for them. The combination of a poor diet and reduced exercise appears to be toxic.

Few of our children are likely to end up in professions where exercise will be built into the jobs. Most are likely to spend their lives much as we do: in offices living sedentary work lives much like Dilbert’s. Perhaps in their off hours they will be able to grab some exercise. That seems unlikely, for they will likely have children of their own at home, and these children will have to be fed and protected.

Our society desperately needs a culture shift. We may need to reduce our workweeks to 35 hours a week simply to allow adults to have time for physical fitness and parenting. An hour-long workout may not be enough, but it is a start. Employers may need to be required to offer exercise facilities to their employees to use at work. Just as you cannot keep horses in the stables for days on end, neither should humans be trapped in cubicles, cars and their homes for days on end. We are built to move, not to sit.

Exercise needs to be seen as a necessary and critical part of being a human being. What has changed over the last generation or two is that most Americans must now dedicate time for exercise. It should be encouraged by our leaders and our employers. Health insurance premiums should be substantially discounted for people who participate in monitored exercise programs. Our children need more than recess and occasional PE classes. They need regular and more vigorous exercise at school, extending the school day if needed, as well as more healthful food in school cafeterias. Since they are children, their weekly exercise should be monitored and tracked by school officials. It may seem offensive to some to require our children to be regularly weighed and tested for their physical fitness at school. However, these prosaic activities also encourage children toward a lifelong appreciation toward the necessity of exercise and healthy eating.

My suspicion is that these are the sorts of steps that must be taken to keep future generations of Americans from being obese, dying prematurely and the obscene health care costs that are associated with obesity. They may seem Big Brotherish, but for the sake of our children, we need to do it.

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May 18th, 2008 at 08:47pm Posted by Mark | Sociology | no comments

The Thinker

She’s got a ticket to ride

A gray Monday. It came with a spattering of rain, but that was not necessarily bad. If that meant that fewer people were at the local Department of Motor Vehicles office, then we would be on to enjoy the rest of the day all the sooner. Luck was with us. The parking lot at the Sterling, Virginia DMV was only half-full. We discovered why when we entered the building. Their camera was down, so no new licenses would be issued today.

So it was back in the car again. This time I drove us to the DMV office in Leesburg some fifteen miles away. Luck was with us again. The lot was only a quarter full. We had just explained our mission at the information booth (to get my daughter a driver’s license at last) when her number was called. We shuffled down to another booth. We did not have even ten seconds to work on the application.

Trying to get our daughter licensed has turned out to be a two and a half year endeavor. She may be eighteen, but she was never in a hurry to drive. We had to coax, nag and occasionally demand she set her heinie in the driver’s seat to get her any practice at all. She preferred to be chauffeured, no matter how much it annoyed her parents. Attrition and bouts of perseverance from her parents eventually succeeded in turning her into a competent driver.

Then I naively took her to the DMV for a driver’s test. Things had changed but I never bothered to read the latest regulations. I figured that at age 18 she was a legal adult so they would give her a written test. It would be followed by a driving test then she would get her license. That won’t work in Virginia until you turn 19. In addition to the formal driver’s education that she had as a sophomore (from a book and driving simulator only) the state said she was also required to get professional instruction. So despite the fact that she was ready for her license, we had to plop down $325 to the AA Driving School of Herndon, Virginia for seven chaperoned lessons.

Those lessons dragged on too. Meanwhile, we shuffled her off to work at odd and inconvenient hours, often picking her up after midnight when we felt like zombies. Her driving instructor had to work around her job schedule and she had to work around frequent inclement winter weather, which meant that it took nearly two months to get all her lessons. Can’t you just be licensed already? Finally, last Friday, on my 51st birthday, I got my real birthday present. She took her last lesson. Her instructor signed the special blue form. All we had to do was get her to the DMV to have her picture taken and license issued and she would be a licensed driver at last!

The lack of lines at the DMV helped but for some mysterious reason the Social Security Administration’s computers were inaccessible for a while, so we waited for forty-five pointless minutes until her SSN was confirmed. A few minutes later she was unceremoniously handed her official driver’s license. I felt like Pomp and Circumstances should be playing. If they only knew how long we waited, they would play the music! Instead, I suggested we celebrate her belated milestone in a mediocre fashion by stopping somewhere for a fast food lunch.

“Drive us home, licensed driver,” I said. She elected to go to our local Burger King. Still, I gritted my teeth. It was not that she was a bad driver; it is just that with probably something like 75 hours on the road, she was still very much a novice. I got in the passenger seat and tried to act nonchalant. Except along Sully Road, there were concrete barriers pushed up against the side of the road and she has a tendency to drive six inches from the curb. “Pull to the center!” I yelled as she nearly clipped those concrete dividers. For the rest of the ride home I bit my tongue. I have to let it go.

On our way out of the Burger King, she turned too tightly, causing a rear wheel to go over a curb. If only all her initial mistakes could be like these: minor ones that won’t hurt the car.

Let it go. I called the insurance company and had them put her on our policy. She will cost an extra $55 a month. As long as she is not in school, she can pay the cost of her own auto insurance. She can drive one of our cars, but only when we have an extra car available. We were not going to buy her one.

The weather outside looked a bit chancy, but I decided to bike to work today anyhow. I needed the exercise. For my birthday, I purchased a new 27-speed hybrid bike. While this was good for my cardiovascular system, it would leave her home alone with my car, my keys and the state’s permission for her to drive it anywhere she wanted.

I arrived home from work hours later to find my car in the driveway where I had left it, but it clearly had been driven. She told us she did not feel the need to drive a car until, of course, the opportunity finally presented itself at last. How could she resist? Tonight, rather than pay $2 to have her pizza delivered, she elected to drive and pick it up instead.

I am trying to turn off that parental part in my brain that tells me to keep fretting, but it is not easy. I have spent eighteen years fretting over her and trying not to let my obsessiveness get the better of me. The day had come. I had to trust her with a $22,000 hunk of metal and more importantly, her life, doing what for most Americans is the most dangerous thing they will ever do: drive a car. “Remember what I told you,” I said on the way home. “Driving is 99% boredom and 1% terror. Don’t ever get complacent!”

My wife has chimed in later too. “Drive like everyone around you is insane,” was her sage advice. This is good advice, especially in this area which is a weird amalgamation of people from across the United States and many foreign countries. It is not technically true that everyone driving is insane, of course, although it frequently feels that way. However, there are enough drivers driven by distraction where, if you are smart, you should realize that when on the road your life is always a couple second from ending. You survive by always driving soberly and always being mindful of the traffic around you.

So Rosie, stick to right lanes for a while if you can. Pass with care. That means always looking behind you. Don’t trust your mirrors. Stay in the center of your lane please. You will hit fewer potholes that way. In addition, don’t go anyplace unless you aren’t sure you know how to get back. And keep that cell phone with you at all times and keep it charged! God forbid that you should ever need it but the registration is in the glove compartment, along with the insurance card. Moreover, watch carefully whenever you park and whenever you back out too.

Yeah, I am going to do nag her for a while. Maybe she will tune it out. I cannot help it. She is too precious and she is our only child, after all. I know in time my anxieties will ease. Right now, I take many deep breaths whenever I hand over the keys. Relax, Mark. It’s going to be okay. Relax.

Yet my hands remain clenched.

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February 4th, 2008 at 08:48pm Posted by Mark | Life 2008 | no comments