According to new survey results, parents would rather talk about sex and drugs with their kids than weight.
Twenty-two percent of parents are uncomfortable discussing the risks of being overweight with their kids. For parents of kids ages 8 to 12, only sex is a more uncomfortable topic and NO topic is worse for parents of teens. So talking about the horizontal mambo and where babies come from is easier than telling kids that if they continue to eat Doritos, drink sugary soda and sit in front of the television that they will get fat. That makes a lot of sense parents.
And it isn’t like parents are in denial. Thirty-seven percent think it’s a risk to at least one of their children. They see it as a bigger threat to their kids than drugs (34%) or cigarettes (33%), and nearly as big a threat as alcohol (42%) and premature sexual activity (42%).
Parents think this discussion should fall on physician shoulders, but physicians think it should be the parents. UH OH Disconnect…
There seems to be a fear of creating an eating disorder, but if you start early with healthy messages the risk would be less. If you want to prevent obesity, you have to be talking to the kids who are normal weight AND those who are overweight.
Every Sunday before heading to the grocery store we stop at the Silver Diner on Wilson Blvd to have brunch. Before you shudder at the idea of eating at a diner let me assure you that this diner is not like a Denny’s. It is farm to table, uses local ingredients and you can often find more than one vegetarian option including veggie sausage patties.
The last time we were there I noticed a sign talking about their “Farm to School” fundraiser, which provides fresh, local and healthier foods to schools enrolled in their “Eat Well, Do Well” program.
The larger program has raised more than $100,000 for the 2010-2011 school year and allows enrolled schools to purchase everything from jump ropes to hula hoops. I immediately added a donation to our check, and signed up for the card that helps us earn donations each time we eat there.
This is such a fantastic cause, that I hope I can find another way to help out.
It took me awhile to get through this workout. I was trying to work it in with my training sessions, but my muscles were just too tired. This workout is no joke. It follows her standard 3-2-1 format and she recommends doing it 5-6 times a week (I don’t agree with this, and didn’t do it).
There are a ton of creative moves including bear crawls, sledgehammers, leg squats with corkscrew curls, that challenge you . It always amazes me how jumping around or doing burpees can make me yearn for a long run. I guess that is why they tell you to switch workouts up so that you can be in better shape.
There are also three different strength moves per circuit as opposed to her standard two. I really liked the variation there, so did my muscles.
My one gripe with this workout is, you are never told WHICH level weight to use. Jillian tells you to grab a set of heavy and light weights, but apparently leaves it up to you to decide when to use them. I don’t recommend the heavy all the way through.
I didn’t try to 30 day diet that comes along with it, since they all typically include some sort of lean turkey meat and the likes. I would highly recommend purchasing this DVD. I will be starting it again in a week to prep for my honeymoon
I can never figure out if I am adding, taking away or breaking even with my life expectancy.
A new study from Taiwan’s National Health Research Institutes said 15 minutes a day to moderate exercise would add three years to your life. However, another study out of Australia says watching an hour of TV after the age of 25 can shorten the viewer’s life by just under 22 minutes.
So by my calculations….my at least 30 minutes a day of exercise for 5 days a week gives me 30 years, my ridiculous weekly TV watching takes off about 132 minutes. According to math helped out by RENT’s song I have 15,768,000 minutes minus 7,000 minutes, I have just over 29 years.
Now, math was never my best subject, I failed Chemistry because I couldn’t figure out the conversions and Stats was just as bad, but I think I am OK as long as I keep exercising. Although, a previous study in Australia found there was an 8 percent greater risk of dying prematurely associated with watching an hour of TV a day.
So I probably should really give up as many hours of TV as I possibly can, but I just can’t shake em. I could just start exercising more while I watch my shows…yeah that may be the ticket. Then the scientists will have NO IDEA what to make of me.
I’ve been a little MIA lately, between work exploding and wedding finalization I was just a wee-bit overwhelmed. During that time, I got a pep talk from a supervisor who I have to say has an uncanny ability to pick the right words and truly light a fire under you. The pep talk got me thinking…
It’s a lot more noticeable now that I am remote when I get frustrated and down trodden my voice pretty much tells you. I stick my head in the sand and just let it all wash over me. My supervisor hypothesized that this reaction was completely different from what I most likely used to do back when I was participating in team sports.
He was completely right. I didn’t hang my head in shame or defeat, I got back on the court and did what I needed to do to win. What is it about mile-long to-do lists and ever changing client demands that sucks the fighting spirit out of me?
In truth my position on the volleyball court (I was a libero and defensive specialist) was not much different than my current position on my accounts. I was the person most likely to receive serves from the other team and the one responsible for setting up each play. Anticipating where the spike would land, and being there so the ball didn’t hit the floor.
For me, hearing that analogy made something click. Yes, a lot of what happens on the accounts starts with me and my anticipation, but it isn’t all up to me. I make the initial pass and backup the rest of the team. The regroups and reviews aren’t opportunities to poke holes, they are finding weak spots so the ball doesn’t drop.
I actually hung up the phone not thinking someone was blowing smoke up my butt, but giving me the permission to push myself back up to where I need to be to win. It’s the first time in a while that I feel like I can actually look at and react to the situation differently.