Ooohhh...KITCHENS make you fat...I see...

Yesterday on Good Morning America, which I hate watching because most of the time I find it insulting and repulsive and I’d like to kick Charlie Gibson in his gobble, but that’s another story, they had a segment on how the size of people’s kitchens were making them fat. Oh…I see…it’s not bad eating habits, or lack of exercise and discipline, or ignorance literally from a lack of education about what is in processed food – especially the amount of corn syrup in everything that happens to be worse than sugar for you. Everyone’s eating TONS of corn and they don’t even know it. Besides the livestock that’s fed corn, instead of whole grains and grasses, which would make them healthier as well, so the livestock become fattened up, thus fattening us up as well. Vicious, vicious cycle…the entire population of people and livestock in the United States is being fed lots and lots of corn because of…Can ya guess? Huh? Huh? Can ya? Government subsidies for coooorrrnnn farmers. Tee hee hee.

This doesn’t even begin to of course touch on fast food, or the use of potato flakes, sugar and corn syrup in some fast food milkshakes. Funny…I thought that milk shakes were made with milk – stupid me, what was I thinking?

So, anyway, here all of that is bullshit. All along it’s been Kitchens make you fat! The bigger the Kitchen, the bigger the people! Well, GOD DAMN! Who would’ve thunk? It’s not what or how or when we eat, it’s WHERE we prepare the food. If anyone prepares it anymore, which is one of the biggest (some pun intended) problems – people aren’t cooking so much anymore, they’re merely heating the processed crap up.

I’d like to begin hearing people take responsibility for their own actions. I’d like to hear an expert, like some big fat ass who’s owning it, get on a morning show and say, “People are fat because they’re lazy and they eat too much and what they eat is terrible for them! They eat because they’re unhappy, unfulfilled and looking for a vice. And they’re unhappy and unfulfilled because they eat too much. And it’s become too socially acceptable for someone to be grossly overweight. It’s actually celebrated. People don’t even wear clothes that fit anymore! They wear teenie-tiny-tee-shirts and low-cut jeans with blubber pouring over the edges and do this defiantly, like, 'Look at me! I'm as big as a house and I'm wearing my six year old's clothes! So, up your's!'”.

Now, I’m all about being defiant. And I know that this sounds really harsh and cold. I’m not writing this to be mean and I’m not talking about it from a cosmetic standpoint. I know that it seems that I'm ripping on the subject from a cosmetic standpoint by doing the easy crack comments like; big fat ass and blubber and two-ton-sally, (actually, I don't think I wrote two-ton-sally) but I'm not meaning it that way. I'm EXTREMELY tired of people blaming everything and everyone else for their circumstances (unless they're blamming George W., then blame away). I’m writing this because it’s a health crisis. All of our hearts, literally speaking, are of equal size – roughly the size of a fist. The bigger the person, the bigger the job that poor heart has to accomplish, it doesn’t increase in size with the person. Thus, leading to health problems down the road. Funny how when we know someone’s a smoker, we bust on them for smoking, but when we see someone eating shit and a lot of it, we aren’t suppose to say anything. Obviously, smoking does more than turn peoples teeth yellow and that’s where the issue lies. And what should be more obvious is that being grossly overweight does more than just expand a waistline.

I do know some close friends that have a hell of a time because of hormone-issues and that is unfortunate. Their metabolisms are truly messed up and that must be a bugger, it must be severely frustrating. I also have some close friends that can’t shovel it in fast enough and don’t exercise. I'm not trying to talk trash, I happen to be concerned for the health of the people that I care about. Call me selfish, I want them around for as long as I can have 'em.

I’m lucky, I have a super-fast metabolism – I’m putting it in my mouth, it’s coming out my ass. I’m also extremely active. However, I can’t eat anything that I want and I don’t. With the Wilson’s Disease that I have, I really have to watch what I eat. And a lot of fun foods are on my “Can’t Eat” list. I do it and lament it and crave it, but I do it anyway. It’s far from easy as are most things. Sleeping isn’t even easy anymore. The only thing that’s easy to do is to watch TV and yell at the stupid programming, and we all know where that’ll get ya; fat and aggravated… But, the Kitchen, now I didn’t see that one comin’, especially over the pile of Cheetos I'm currently eating.