Actually there's a great book "French Women Don't Get Fat". The philosophy is, essentially, eat rich and wonderfully tasty foods smothered in butter. Drink wine. Eat bread. Definitely eat desserts. Just do it in small portions and walk alot. (Apparently in France, or at least Paris, they walk everywhere) This is how to live, folks.
Absolutely. Ultimately, it's not about WHAT you eat it's about how much you're eating. Portions, portions, portions! And a lot of people who grow up 1) poor; 2) with lots of siblings, competing for resources and food; 3) with very obese parents who provided huge servings of crappy food for their kids; or 4) just generally grew up in a home where buying nine bags of potato chips and dip every few days was the norm need reeducation.
HATING food doesn't work, it just makes you anorexic and crazy. I think the French have it right that way.
In my ideal world I would only eat the yummy types of hors d'euvres which are served at higher end parties; you'd have these wondrous little meat things or crab dips or whatever, top it off with some white whine, and that's your dinner right there. No need for the main course.
And what about the whole concept of "buffet?" Isn't that the worst? Since when is "all you can eat" appealing unless you've been stranded on a boat in the middle of the Atlantic for weeks, nearly starved to death, and you have some calories to make up for?
I have parents who love the buffets and are double their size because of it. Can't do anything about it as all attempts to recondition
them/reprogram them have been fruitless.
So as an only son/only child I'm having to set aside money each month not just for their care and keeping when they hit that assisted living stage of things; but they are going to fucking need huge strong black male nurse attendants to fucking cart them around when they need to use the toilet or whatever. I mean, it fucking sucks. I'm a strong guy, but if my dad gets to the point where he can't walk, it's going to take two of me to help the guy to the bathroom.
These are REAL issues fat parents don't think about, they just leave their kids to deal with this later on.
I mean, I've priced a very high end assisted living place in my area for my parents to potentially go to one day. It is NOT set up for obese people. None of those tiny nurses could do SHIT for either of my fucking fat ass parents. So I'm serious, i will have to hire a couple of very large male nurse/attendant types to help my parents with the most basic of functions, and up until now, I've never seen any WHITE men doing this, just very large, very kind, nurses' aids or male nurses who are huge black guys. I'm going to have ot have a team of these dudes on staff. SUcks. I want to pay them well so I'm budgeting at least $50,000 a year per person, which I hope is going to be enough. You have to have two people working full time and at least one fill in person, because 24 hour care doesn't happen on a 9-5 basis, there are 24 fucking hours a day when the fat people need help performing the most basic tasks as they get older and more disabled.
Put it this way. If you're 70 and you haven't been able to trim your own fucking toenials for years, it's all downhill from there. That's both my parents. It's only going ot get worse.
PS: IN case you haven't guessed it, part of my interest in this thread's subject is driven by massive anger at my parents for allowing themselves to become 300+ pound porkers when BOTH of them were still athletic and healthy circa age 30; then they made eating their life's ambition. I get to deal with the consequences of their stupidity. I mean, if I wanted them both to come and live with me I would still literally need several huge male nurses helpers to assist them with stuff, so whether they live with me or in an assisted living place, I have to have that money set aside to help them with that. Because nobody plans for that. My parents were too busy eating themselves to death.