If you’re over 40 it’s a safe bet that throughout your school years there was always one overweight kid in the class – usually male – who was rarely seen without a Cornish pasty, sausage roll or chocolate bar.
Sometimes all three, if it was pocket money day.
It certainly happened in the schools I attended and when we started to notice that (let’s call him Terry Jenkins, even though his real name was Colin Williams) looked a bit ‘rounder’ than the rest of us, some skinny kids became verbal bullies.
Being 7 or 8 their command of the pithy put-down was quite limited, so the best insult that was thrown in his direction was “Fatty”.
Had they been aware of the term ‘Morbidly Obese’ back in the day, then perhaps the more educated amongst the bullies would have pointed at him and jeered “Oi! Morbidly Obese Williams!”
It may not be PC to say so, but today there are more and more obese children and adults everywhere.
What’s particularly sad is when you see a morbidly obese mother shopping with her teenage daughter who’s already morphing into the same rotund shape as her mum.
I feel like telling the mother off for filling her trolley with sugary drinks, crisps, burgers and giant packs of sweets –but it really isn’t any of my business.
There are many theories explaining what’s caused this epidemic of enormously enlarged epidermis.
The explosion of fast-food outlets; fizzy drinks; take-away meals delivered to your front door; lack of exercise; TV programmes that promote the baking of sugary, creamy cakes …..etc. etc.
But I have a new theory why people are getting fatter.
I blame the TV remote control.
We sit on our sofas every night, remote in hand, hopping from channel to channel in the vain search for something entertaining.
But imagine if we had 500 channels and the remote hadn’t been invented.
We’d have to get up, walk across to the TV, change channels, walk back to the sofa, sit down, watch for a couple of minutes, then get up again, walk across to the TV, change channels…
Repeat that 500 times every evening and in a fortnight not only would you have a deep groove in the carpet between the sofa and TV, you’d have shed a stone and a half.
So, let’s all dump our remotes and reconvene in a month to compare weight loss!