There are obese Americans everywhere. All around in just about every situation. Miss El and I have noticed this epidemic especially in the heart of the heartland. And it’s an avoidable travesty.
But it appears that obese Americans everywhere just don’t care.
Everywhere we went, today, obese people waddled in and out of businesses, homes, and restaurants (of course). They walked SO slowly. And many of them looked like even the slow walking was painful. And my guess is that it was.
We had to make a stop at a Walmart, one of my least favorite places to go, and we noticed something else about those obese people.
They ALL filled their shopping carts with the poisonous foods in colorful packaging you can find on basically every aisle of the grocery section. Most of the time their movements looked automatic. Almost robotic. As if they made the exact same movements hundreds of times over. And my guess is that they did.
Miss El and I felt sorry for them on one hand. And, on the other, we wondered why, with so much information available, on the damaging ingredients in most foods, that most people still eat it. Why do so many people keep pushing that junk into their blood?
And why don’t they hate their pain enough to stop?
We keep seeing shared pictures, from back in the 70’s, where most Americans were still slender. In fact, it was such a slender country that fat people didn’t wanna show up at the beach. Because they’d stand out. And they knew the slender masses would point and even snicker.
But there’s one thing about stigma like that. It can motivate. Back then the fat people (who would be considered somewhat overweight these days) would at least try to exercise and eat better.
And back then there were still some fairly decent options in the grocery stores. You didn’t find sugar in literally everything.
But who cares?
It’s none of my business what others want to eat. Right? Yeah, that’s true. But then again, I’m supposed to love my neighbor as myself. And I certainly don’t want ME to have to get hips and knees replaced because I’m too fat. So, shouldn’t I try to help my neighbor avoid that if possible?
Yeah, shouldn’t I tell obese Americans that their sugar-filled diets are slowly killing them? And shouldn’t I encourage them to stop their robotic behavior? Because that behavior keeps them looking down.
And then, they keep waddling through life.
And their compromised abilities to even tie their own shoes endangers them and those they love.
So, I’ll just finish with this thought. If you’re a little overweight, start now while it’s still fairly easy to avoid the fat trap. If you’re already fat, get out of your rut and start walking. And if you’re one of the obese Americans (or you know one) who thinks it’s too late, pray.
Ask the one true, living, loving and glorious Creator of the universe to help you change. And ask Him to help you start right now. Right this minute. If you believe in the power of prayer, pray now.
OK, I’m gonna go, right now (seriously) on a two-mile walk with Miss El. And it will be awesome.
Start where you are. Even if it’s only 100 steps around the living room. Go. For. It. Right. Now. And you don’t even have to thank me for this motivational message.
Don’t give any thing all you’ve got.
Look for wisdom no matter what.
Every thing can take you away
From what matters most day to day.
Please remember you will go on
Even after your body’s gone.
Where you go will depend on you.
Here’s what I suggest that you do:
Don’t let any thing steal your soul.
Ask for God to help you control
Your desires for things and not Him.
He can fill your heart to the brim.
© 2020 Tony Funderburk
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