Can We Talk?, Food, Parenting

Child Obesity Linked to Working Moms and Corporations

Wow. I can’t believe the mom-o-sphere hasn’t been up in arms about this latest “study.”

And before we go any further, just to set the record straight – I’m a mother. I’m a blogger. But I don’t consider myself a mommy blogger. No disrespect to any mommy bloggers out there, I just don’t put myself into that category. So when I say “mommy bloggers,” I’m not talking about myself, per se. I prefer to observe a group, as opposed to being part of a group, then I can be more objective (and vocal) in my opinions without being boiled alive.

If that makes any sense.

Anyway, here’s a snippet of the article:

WASHINGTON (AFP) – The more mothers work during their children’s lifetimes, the more likely their kids are to be overweight or obese, according to a US study published on Friday.

Researchers from American University in Washington, Cornell University in New York state and the University of Chicago studied data on more than 900 elementary- and middle-school-aged children in 10 US cities.

They found that the total number of years the children’s mothers worked had a cumulative influence on their children’s body mass index (BMI) — the weight to height ratio used to measure if a person is overweight or obese.

The researchers were unable to clearly explain the findings but theorized that because working mothers have little time to shop for healthy food and prepare meals, they and their children eat more fast- and packaged foods, which tend to be high in fat and calories.

I wish the article had linked to the study, I would like to see the data on this “conclusion.”

Though I can sort of buy it. I mean, working parents are pressed for time. And fast food is fast and convenient. And when you have a 1001 things to do when you get home at night, cooking is low priority. And the kids are hungry. And probably whining … and offering healthy choices is a lot of extra work AND expensive.

I’m guilty of doing this from time-to-time. Kevin and I will get home and THE LAST thing we feel like doing is cooking dinner and then cleaning up afterward. So, we’ll go out and grab some Wendy’s (or some other fast food) just so we’ll have more time to relax and do the things we need to do.

We’ll all crunched for time, we all cut corners whenever we can. There’s nothing wrong with that. I guess the problem starts when that’s ALL we do – when we consistently go for the unhealthy shortcuts and skip the healthier options. Eating healthy is not really that hard – if we make a conscious effort to do so and plan ahead.

Dr. Laura’s blog is what first drew my attention to this. Here is what she had to say on the matter:

The most important part of this study is the part that gets people mad. Well, it gets moms mad. Children’s chances of becoming fat rises the longer mothers work outside the home. Weight problems among children have soared in the past 3 decades as more women have joined the workforce.

But the main problem children have is the inattention of their mothers, because their mothers are burning the candle from one end to the other and all along the middle. Because women have been bullied by the feminist mentality, they no longer believe being a mother and a wife and a homemaker is an adequate thing for anybody to do.

So they have full-time jobs, kids and a husband. They can’t adequately take care of their kids to make sure they exercise and eat right. …

What studies like this show is how important you are to the well-being and health of your children

As usual, Dr. Laura doesn’t mince words. I’m sure that working mothers out there aren’t purposefully feeding their children fatty foods out of neglect, but convenience and cost are definitely factors. I can totally understand WHY working moms resort to these types of food, but I wonder if they’re really thinking about the long-term repercussions of doing so.

(And just for the record, and just to keep things fair and balanced – I’m sure there are a lot of working moms that break their backs to make sure their kids are eating right and getting enough exercise. I’m also sure there are some stay-at-home moms that feed their kids a lot of crap, too. Everyone has their reasons, everyone has to do the best they can do. My point is to try and raise awareness about making healthier choices for our childrens’ sakes, if for no other reason).

One of the reasons I think this article hits a nerve for a lot of people is that once again, parents feel like their parenting skills are being questioned. It’s like watching a caged animal being backed into a corner – they get vicious and defensive. And once again, some people will do, or say anything, to get out of being held accountable.

Which sort of leads me to the other thing I wanted to talk about…

How some people think it’s the big-bad corporations’ fault that people, in general, are obese because of the food they sell.

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Where to start….

Yes. Some companies offer fatty foods. They do so because they want to make a profit. It’s the reason companies exist. They do not exist to better mankind, they exist to make a buck. And when they’re successful at making that buck, they expand and employ people.

Jobs make an economy strong.

Should they offer these types of fatty foods? Well why not? People buy them. If people stopped buying them, they would stop making them because they would be losing money. Again with the profit margin thing.

Personally, I think it’s sort of sick that they sell these heart attacks waiting to happen food types and it makes me uncomfortable when I see obese people inhaling these fatty foods. But guys, no one is forcing them to eat that stuff.

No one is twisting people’s arms to buy these fatty foods. No one is holding a gun to people’s heads to consume these fatty foods. Is it sad that they make unwise choices? Absolutely. But it’s their choice. They have the freedom to make that choice and they will have to deal with the consequences of making that bad choice.

(Pst – moderation is KEY).

I’m not sure how it’s the corporations’ fault that people make bad choices.

Once again, blaming corporations is much easier than owning up to our own weakness. Pointing fingers is a heck of a lot easier than exercising will power and simply refusing to eat the junk that’s offered.

But again, let’s be fair. It’s also equally sad that healthy food is not more affordable.

Do I wish the food industry wasn’t so off balanced (and dare I say, corrupt?). Yes. Do I wish people would start demanding that healthy food be made more affordable and available? Yes. And I think we’re starting to make strides in that direction. But do I think we should blame and/or punish big industries for people making bad choices? No. Just don’t buy their products. Get them where it hurts, in their profit margin. They will soon get the hint.

Once again, it’s about taking responsibility for our choices. Once again, society is scrambling to blame someone else.

I’d be discouraged by all of the finger pointing, but I honestly think people are starting to wake up to these tactics.

Finally.

Plinky Prompts

If I Were President …

Finish this sentence: If I were president…

Oh come on. You HAD to see this prompt coming, right??

I follow politics, for those that don’t know (or are in denial. ha!)

But I’ll spare you specific rants and just go for the jugular, er, generic tasks, goals, beliefs, whatever you want to call them.

If I were president … wow. How do I even answer this.

Let’s start with … I’d do everything exactly opposite of what our president is doing now.

Are you still reading?

First of all, I’d LISTEN TO THE PEOPLE. What do the majority want? Not just one party, but the majority of ALL people.

Everything would be transparent. And everything WOULD be transparent. No saying it will be and then making sure bills were passed behind closed doors and without the opposing party present. What’s the big secret? If you’re not ashamed of your decision, then put it out there.

I would never apologize for our country. America is awesome. America is (or was) strong. America is generous. America is home.

Though I wouldn’t want to jump to everyone’s defense (shouldn’t some of these countries fight it out amongst themselves? Why does America have to be on the Global police force?), I would definitely make sure Americans were protected from the people who want us dead.

Yes ya’ll. They exist. They aren’t going anywhere – ever. It’s called evil and it not only exists, it exists in our very own backyard. We don’t have to obsess about it, but we definitely can’t afford to let our defenses down, either.

And the biggie? Balance the budget. Cut out wasteful spending. Get rid of earmarks. Nothing goes into the bill that doesn’t directly affect the conditions of the bill. No sneaking stuff in while no one is paying attention. And when I say cut, I mean CUT. If it’s not absolutely necessary to the running of this country, then get rid of it. Until we get this deficit under control, then no frills, no extras. When we have it under control, then we’ll look at adding some of the programs back.

That’s what normal Joes and Janes do when times get tough – I don’t understand why the government can’t do the same. It would take some guts. And there would be a lot of angry people, but the president needs to dish out some tough love if he/she is serious about getting things done.

It’s called governing. It’s not a popularity contest.

I’m not afraid of being the bad guy – I’m a parent. I’m used to being hated on a daily basis. Too many politicians get into office with one thing on their minds, staying in office. It’s a game of survival. Who can wiggle their way out of as many decisions and conflicts as possible.

I really think it’s going to take someone with a lot of courage and little political aspirations to actually get anything done. Definitely not a career politician.

Until that person comes along? It’s politics as usual, I’m afraid.

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Prompt Fiction

3WW: Define Creative Nonfiction

Hi.

Me again. If you haven’t noticed, I’m on a mission to write more fiction. I’m hoping the more I write, the easier it will get and someday, SOMEDAY, I’ll actually get that book written.

I used to participate in Three-Word Wednesday many moons ago. Here I am, participating again.

The three words to use in a story this week are:

  • Figure
  • Juicy
  • Stress

Thanks for reading.

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“Well that figures. Censorship is alive and well in America.” Sam nearly spat out his disgust.

Dale rubbed his eyes. He could feel another migraine tickling the back of his eyelids. He needed to get rid of this kid and close himself off for five minutes. “I can’t print this and you know it. Where are your facts? This is pure fluff.” He opened his eyes and looked at the newly-graduated student in front of him. “Your opinion is not news, Sam.”

Sam snatched up his report and audibly growled at his boss. “You need to run this piece, Dale. It’s juicy. It will fire people up.”

“You haven’t listed one source. You haven’t given me one concrete fact. Everything you wrote is hearsay. We’re supposed to be journalists, Sam. Journalists are supposed to remain impartial. They’re supposed to report what happened, not what we want to happen, not what other people perceived as happened, but what actually happened.”

“So I’m not supposed to have an opinion? I’m human. I’m going to naturally be biased when it comes to issues I care deeply about.”

“Did you not learn anything in Journalism school?” Dale asked. “Your job is to report the story. Sure. Use a little creative nonfiction to keep people interested, but stick to what happened. You can’t make this stuff up. It’s unethical.”

“My teacher said journalists make stuff up all the time.”

Dale blinked in surprise. He could feel his blood pressure rising. This was exactly why journalists were getting such a bad rap nowadays – because the people teaching the next generation didn’t possess a moral bone in their bodies.

“I’m going to assume that that is taken out of context,” he said slowly. “Also? This is not going to work out. I need real reporters out there covering stories, not activists using my paper as their personal podium. Get out.” He could feel his stress level rising to the critical stage. He was getting too old for this crap.

“You can’t get rid of me. My uncle owns this paper,” Sam said with a smirk.

Dale slowly opened his eyes and glared at the boy. “Your uncle also thinks you’re a pompous ass.”

He watched the boy’s shocked expression with satisfaction. He probably shouldn’t have said that, but seeing the boy’s open-mouthed trout-like face was worth the price of unemployment.

The kid stormed out of his office and slammed the door behind him. The glass wobbled with reaction.

Dale glanced at the clock – it was only 9:00 in the morning. It was going to be a long day.

Plinky Prompts

Sadly, I Am Not a Fashionista

Share a photo of a fashion statement you regret making.

Actually, I’ve never been a fashionista, but the few times I tried to be remotely trendy, well, I failed. Miserably.

Case in point:

Big hair and acid-washed jeans. Yes. Hi. I’m an 80’s child. This hair style? Took me two hours to achieve.

Two. Freaking. Hours. Every. Day.

I hot rolled my hair and had to wait until they completely cooled before removing them. And then, I had to use a TON of hairspray for it to stay.

Only, it didn’t. All of that body you see in this picture? (Which, coincidentally was taken immediately after I fixed my hair). Fell flat within three hours of the last spritz of hairspray. It was terribly frustrating to live in an era when big hair was all the rage and I happened to have naturally stick-straight hair. It’s sort of amazing that my hair never fell out as much trauma as I put it through on a daily basis.

Now the high bangs actually didn’t go out of style for quite a few years. Well, for me, at least. In fact, my high bangs followed me throughout my wedding and early motherhood. (And by the way, did you check out what I’m wearing in that last link? Stripes. I have no fashion sense AT ALL. Oh. And that was Kevin’s shirt, too. So. Stripes and a man’s shirt. CLEARLY, I needed help).

Of course, MY big hair was pretty small potatoes when compared with mom’s hair back in the day, but whatever. (Sorry mom. I couldn’t resist! HA!)

But putting the big hair aside for a moment, there were my fashion mistakes.

I know you can’t see this very well, but I’m wearing a pink and blue (or was it green – does it really matter??) blouse with puffy sleeves and a PINK tie.

On picture day.

What was I thinking?? I believe I was a Sophomore or a Junior in this picture. I scanned it from my yearbook so I apologize for the grainy quality.

But seriously people. Pink/green/blue STRIPED shirt with a man tie. Exactly what look was I going for here? Lesbian?

And then, there was the overalls.

To my credit, I soon realized that overalls in high school wasn’t cool. So, I didn’t wear them but a few times before I figured it out. Unfortunately, one of those times was on picture day. So it’s been captured for all times.

In everybody’s yearbook, I might add.

(*sigh*)

I’m sad to say that wasn’t the last time I wore overalls. Nope. I wore them off and on in my early motherhood days. I thought that wearing overalls would hide my widening girth. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize until I saw a picture of myself wearing a pair of short overalls, on the beach in Florida, that it doesn’t hide but in fact, only accentuates the body rolls.

That was the last time I wore overalls and I will never wear them again.

I’ve learned my lesson.

I’m wearing a granny shirt in this picture.

Again, sorry for the poor quality (scanned it from yearbook), but in addition to the granny shirt (and when I say granny shirt, I mean a blouse with a bib), I’m wearing some sort of poinsettia hair clip.

I can only plead temporary insanity.

But it was the 80’s. We did crazy stuff in the 80’s.

That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

(And if you’re wondering what in the world I’m doing in this picture … this was taken in drama class. We were doing an impromptu exercise and I totally knew my picture was about to be taken so I hammed it up for the camera. I’ve never admitted that outloud before. It feels sort of good).

I’m sad to say that my fashion “sense” hasn’t gotten any better over the years. I’m still pretty clueless when it comes to dressing “nice.” I pretty much live in t-shirts and jeans, though that is changing quickly as I’m working out of my husband’s office now and looking for a job.

In fact, I wast just telling Kevin today that I’m on a mission to find some nice work-appropriate tops for spring-summer because guys, I honestly don’t have anything. It’s sad, really.

I really need to overhaul my entire wardrobe.

But that requires money.

And I’m cheap.

So. I’m at a cross roads.

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Abundant Life

Audio Teaching: The Importance of Speaking in Tongues

by John Schoenheit
Speaking in tongues is a subject of great interest among Christians, and many do so. However, many of those who do understand that God wants us to speak in tongues have not been sufficiently taught as to why it is so vital. Thus, they do it only sporadically. In contrast, the Apostle Paul, who is set forth as an example of what a Christian can be, wrote to the Church at Corinth that he spoke in tongues more than their entire church put together.

This teaching is primarily for people who already speak in tongues, and is an exhortation to do so as much as possible. It does not teach how to speak in tongues, but goes into detail as to why we should, setting forth the benefits and blessings of utilizing this magnificent manifestation of the spirit.

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Prompt Fiction

Romantic Encounters: Time Out

Ready for this week’s prompt?

Until the end of the conversation, I didn’t even realize who he was.

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The buzzer echoed throughout the gymnasium. Jamie shifted her weight from foot-to-foot and kept an eye on her coach. She was anxious to get back onto the court and help her teammates out.

“Sit down, Jamie,” the assistant coach said and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You need to rest that ankle a bit before you can get back out there.”

“I’m fine,” she said through clenched teeth and shot an anxious look up at the scoreboard. “And we’re behind. Put me back out there, coach. I can get us some points.”

“No way. You’re out until the second half. The doctor doesn’t like the look of that swelling. Sit down and take some weight off of it. Better yet, put an ice pack on it.” She nodded to one of the student go girls. “I’m serious, Jamie. We could really use you out there in the second half, but if that swelling doesn’t go down, forget about it.”

Jamie huffed in irritation and plopped down into a nearby chair. She crossed her arms and scowled with disappointment.

“Here you go, Jamie,” Tina said and gently placed an ice pack on her left ankle.

She grunted. She didn’t really mean to be rude, but she was just so disappointed – she really wanted to get back out there. Her new boyfriend was in the crowd watching somewhere and she wanted to impress him. Instead, she was stuck on the sidelines.

“This blows,” she muttered.

“Yeah. Doesn’t it?” A man’s voice sounded behind her and she twisted around to get a look. She didn’t recognize him. Even though he was sitting, he looked tall. He was rather rigid and he looked uncomfortable.

She lifted a brow at him.

“Uh, yeah.” She didn’t know what else to say and turned back to watch the game. They were down eight points. She balled her hands into fists. This was the last game of the season her senior year. She really wanted to wrap up the year with a big win.

“So, what happened to your ankle?” The man behind her asked.

She narrowed her eyes. She was really in no mood to chit-chat. But because her mother brought her up to be respectful, she took a breath, slowly counted to five, then turned around to answer him.

“I twisted it about two minutes into the game.”

“On that lay up?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yeah. Number 32 bumped into me as I was going up and I came down the wrong way.” She shrugged. “It really doesn’t hurt. I’ve had worse.”

“Man, that really sucks.”

She nodded, her mouth set into a grim line.

“It’s not the same without the star athletic out there.”

She lifted a brow, then eased into an embarrassed smile. “I’m not the star athlete,” she sputtered out.

“I beg to differ. I’ve watched enough games this season. Plus, your stats are impressive. Are you going on to play college ball?”

She took another breath before shrugging. “I’d like to, but I haven’t heard from any scouts yet. I was hoping …” she paused, then straightened her shoulders, her voice determined. “If I don’t get recruited, I’ll figure something out.”

“I hear there’s a scout tonight,” the man said, his eyes roaming over the bleachers on the other side of the court.

She followed his gaze, her eyes skimming over the faces of the people, their features indistinguishable from that distance. “Yeah. I heard that, too.”

“This could be your last chance.”

She turned back around to face him. “Dude. You’re not helping.”

He laughed and put his hands up to indicate a silent truce. “Sorry.”

She could feel a bubble of irritation building at the base of her stomach. She turned away from the man so she wouldn’t say something she regretted and gave her ankle a gentle twist to test for pain. There was a slight twinge, but overall, it felt pretty good. She forced herself to relax. They had three minutes before halftime. She would lie down on one of the benches in the locker room for most of the fifteen minutes they had until the second half and that should do the trick. She would do her best to baby her ankle for the next 20 minutes, but whatever happened, she was going back out onto that court after halftime.

“So, is your mom here?”

Jamie blinked. What was this guy’s problem? Was he some sort of perv? Was he stalking her? She turned around and shot him a dirty look.

“Of course. My mom comes to every game.”

“I see. And your dad?”

She exhaled her irritation. “Dude. What is your problem? Stop asking me personal questions!”

“Sorry.” He looked at over the crowd once again. Jamie watched him cautiously. “So, is your mom close by? Can you see her from where we’re sitting?”

Jamie’s mouth dropped. He was seriously crossing a boundary here. “What the hell? Are you a stalker or something? Why are you bugging me?”

“Look. I’m sorry,” he said and leaned toward her so the girls on either side of her wouldn’t hear. She backed away from him as his face got closer. “Just tell me, did your mother remarry? I know this is a weird question coming from a stranger and all, but I … need to know.”

“I’m not telling you anything. And if you continue to talk to me, I’m telling the coach you’re bothering me.”

He raised his hands again in a sign of surrender. “Again. Sorry.”

The buzzer sounded to indicate the second quarter was over. Jamie felt instant relief. This guy was really making her uncomfortable.

Two of her teammates helped her off the court and toward the locker room. She probably could have walked on her own, but she didn’t want to take a chance on aggravating her injury any more than she needed to.

When she got into the locker room, she gingerly laid down on a bench. She bent both knees and rested her left leg on top of her right leg. She thought if she elevated it a bit, that would help.

“Are you okay?” Her mom threaded her way through the other girls toward her.

“Fine,” she snapped and then sighed. It wasn’t her mom’s fault this had happened. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths to try and calm herself down. In addition to the whole ankle drama, she couldn’t shake off the weird man who had been talking to her. There was something odd about him.

“I saw you were talking to the scout,” her coach said.

Jamie’s eyes flew open. “What??”

“The man sitting behind you. He’s a scout for Columbia. You didn’t know?”

“Uh, no,” Jamie said and slowly sat up.

“We’ll talk later,” coach said and gave her a wink.

“Scout?” Jamie repeated and gave her mom a grief-stricken look.

“Scout?” her mom repeated. “Well. He went into sports after all.”

Jamie felt sick to her stomach. She had been so rude to the man! But why had he asked her all those questions about her mom? It didn’t make sense. She rubbed her forehead in confusion a few seconds before her mom’s words sunk in.

“What? You know that guy?”

Her mom’s face colored. She crossed her arms and took a sudden interest in her shoes.

“Mom? What’s going on?”

“This is not the time to talk about this. You still have the second half to get through.”

“Whatever. You know me. There is no way I can concentrate if I don’t know what’s going on.”

Her mom sat down next to her. “Promise you won’t be mad?”

Jamie cocked a brow. “Mom,” she said, her tone laced with warning.

She sighed and placed an arm around her. “I’m sorry. I had no intention of bringing this up now, but …” she sighed again. “I had no idea he would show up tonight. Though now that I know that he’s a scout, that sort of makes sense.”

“Who IS that man?”

“Jamie. Sweetie.” She gave her a gentle, loving smile. “That man is your father.”

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Eating Healthy is a Choice


(Sorry RSS readers. I keep forgetting to tell you there is a video. Vimeo videos don’t transfer into feeds for some reason. My apologizes!)

This is one of my beautiful nieces. *puffs up with pride* She had to write a persuasive essay for a Speech and Debate tournament for her school.

She has food issues herself – she’s allergic to a lot of common ingredients in food, so it’s been a real challenge for her to find her new normal. This would be one of the biggest reasons she chose this specific topic, I think, but it’s definitely a topic that people need to talk more about.

I love how organized she is! She’s very concise and she does a spectacular job at keeping eye contact with her audience. She seems relaxed and very confident, which goes a long way toward persuading an audience, I think.

She went on and won an award for this speech. I can definitely see why!

She’s right you know – eating healthy IS a choice.

(I especially liked the part where she talks about eating healthy being a priority. I think she nailed that point home!)