Monday 30 April 2012

A Sign of the Times....

As a conscientious observer to society's goings on within certain strands of life, I can honestly say, I have never been so shocked, as to be in work today and hear a six year old girl worry about the calorie content in a bag of chocolate whisper bites.  She was six, SIX and worried about calories.  I'm sorry, but WHY is a six year old worrying about calories?

This comes in the same week as it being reported that women are now going on a diet where they're drip fed a limited amount of calories per day for 10 days, in order to lose weight.  

Now, I am no racing snake when it comes to my own body and anyone who knows me will know that I love chocolate - I have a well proportioned arse to prove it.  But what sticks in my clack, is that women now feel that the only way for them to shed the pounds quickly is to have a drip tube inserted in your nose and carry around a bag full of liquid.  What the christ is this world coming too?

I am not denying we have a serious problem with obesity in this country but really, has it come to the point where we have to be drip fed in order to shed the pounds and squeeze into a wedding dress, and have six year old's counting calories!! Really, is this what society has come to?? I am saddened and dismayed.

Whatever happened to the idea of the body beautiful and appreciating what we've been blessed with whether it wobbles, wrinkles or works its way south.

And please don't even get me started on the Samantha Brick debacle of a few weeks ago.

I would like to say to any women who read this blog post, please for gods sake don't go to extreme measures in order to shed weight.  Do it sensibly and healthily.  You are gorgeous and should be proud of the fact that you are unique and are loved for who you are, not what your clothes size is.  Whilst I am hardly in a position to preach to anyone about losing weight or eating a healthy diet I certainly will not be reaching for a feeding tube at any point in order to decrease the size of my plentiful rump.

And as for the six year old worrying about the calorie content of food, why the bloody hell is your mother allowing you to concern yourself of such things...eat the chocolate (in moderation) and enjoy it.