I just got back from a week at Disneyworld in Orlando, Florida. I saw Mickey Mouse, Snow White and Donald Duck. I also saw something else – hundreds of fat American children.
I know there is a growing obesity problem in America. But to see it first hand is something else. I saw fat parents ripping into enormous turkey drumsticks, munching humungous bagels and chugging mega cups of coke. I saw children waddling slowly and whimpering, probably from the fatigue of carrying so much fat on their bodies. But the icing on the cake so to speak was a family pushing two boys in carriages – children so huge, they resembled marbles with limbs that waved like fins. It was like watching a traffic accident – I couldn’t turn my eyes away.
What to do about this growing epidemic? Well, for one thing, cut down on the amount of food served in American restaurants. While I found it next to impossible to eat a third of what was served to me, I was surrounded by adults and children who happily did so. And in the land of Mickey Mouse, if you are ten or older, you are considered a Disney adult. That means adult-sized portions.
I got on the scales tonight. I gained three pounds in seven days. That’s the magic of Disneyworld.