The government reported earlier this month that more than 26.7% of the entire US population is obese.
That’s more than 72 MILLION PEOPLE. And those numbers don’t even include anyone “overweight.”
Get this: the numbers are from a SURVEY, so people were self-reporting their own data.
Yikes.
Now, I’m not saying those 400,000 people who did the survey lied.
I’m just saying my own driver’s license isn’t right.
It makes me sad and frustrated all at the same time. I wonder what our ancestors would think of us now: we have all sorts of medicines and procedures and knowledge that can help us live a long life and so many of us are throwing it away because we eat too much chemical food and don’t move around so much or exercise at all. I wonder what those people who had to grow their own food and work their own land and walk miles to school or to a neighbor would think of us now.
Don’t forget: I’ve been there. I don’t think I was morbidly obese yet, but I was pretty close. I understand that it is easy to eat and not exercise. I watch my husband schedule time to work out on the treadmill at work have to work so late he can’t fit in the treadmill time. I watch coworkers join gyms and never go to those gyms.
I understand how hectic our lives are and how often caring for a child or parent or spouse or job or career or any number of circumstance can make us think exercise should fall off the list.
What I don’t understand is how many people don’t even question why, or think about working to change their habits to include exercise higher on their priority list. Don’t they know they will be better able to care for another if they take care of themselves first? Don’t they pay attention to the flight attendants explaining the oxygen instructions??
We have all kinds of information about what we need to do to keep ourselves healthy. We know it’s a matter of calories in, calories out. We know it’s about moving more and sitting less.
So what are we missing?
