(David L. Katz, MD, MPH, FACPM, FACP, U.S. News & World Report) It's time to update the way we express love in the United States…
We have, for as long as any of us can remember, shown one another love with treats, foods, and feasts. Parents love their children with French fries, and ice cream… Families gather for holidays in a spirit of love, and they sit, and eat. Grandparents love grandchildren by slipping them candies when Mom and Dad are looking away. Men woo women (and, perhaps, these days vice versa) by wining and dining.
In an age of epidemic obesity and diabetes, we are in other words, loving one another to death…
We should not love one another any less than ever. We should not show love any less emphatically. But given a choice between love that helps you stay fit and vital—or love that accelerates your visit by ambulance ride to the local coronary care unit—which would you prefer?
In unity there is strength. It is easier to eat well when we support and encourage each other to do so, rather than indulging ourselves in anachronistic love that bears striking resemblance to sabotage. It is easier to be physically active when some of the love we get from others involves an invitation to do so in a way that is sociable and appealing, be it a walk, hike, bike ride, game of tennis or softball, dance class, or…whatever.
Community: My mother used to undermine my attempts to lose weight. If I told her I was on a diet, she’d go straight to the kitchen and bake an apple pie. And the smell of the pie cooking would totally destroy my intentions. Needless to say, my mother was greatly overweight.
There was a time when alcohol was shoved down our throats. You were pressured to drink. I think 12-step programs helped change that attitude, to the point where no one is expected to drink alcohol.
Now we need to change the thinking on food. But expect the food-industrial complex to kick back. See below. They’re entitled to keep us sick.
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