I so wish I could recall the name of this one triathlete profiled long ago in a health mag. He looked very well-fed, quite stout, and would have incurred the scorn and mockery of other triathletes — except for the fact that other triathletes who competed with him were impressed enough by his performance that they spoke of him as being “a god”. The mag article recounted a visit to his doctor, he asking him if he should try and lose weight anyway (which, as hard as he tried, he couldn’t). In so many words, his doc told him that his body type was “normal for him”, and that his obviously excellent cardiovascular health supported that conclusion.
I’ve somehow managed to make it so cooking is a treat. Such that misbehaving might be punished by not cooking with daddy. I’m quite proud of this.
Is that the same guy his insurance or something classified as obese?
I find kids crying anything but funny. Just wired that way I guess.
That is so cruel.
Exactly what bubble and squeak is. Leftover potato, parsnip, brussels, cabbage all go to make it.
Wow. A lot of projection or assumptions going on?
Type 2 diabetes is not always about being “a fat kid”. It’s about the types of food you are eating and what it does to you.
Eating tons of fast food take out isn’t a guarantee to make anyone fat but it is absolutely an imbalanced unhealthy diet and will lead to all sorts of issues top of that list is T2D not necessarily being over weight.
Correction, you only love him to the stove. He loves you to the stove AND BACK.
This! Pizza night wasn’t a thing in our house until now. There’s a new restaurant in town, and we don’t want him going out of business!
Four years old? Is that still under warranty? If so, I’d say send it back and try to get a properly-functioning one.
At a young age I decided that washing the dishes really sucked, and something me and my sister had to do every night. So I learnt how to cook, and cook well, as the rule in our household was whoever did the cooking was exempt from the dish washing.
Now, as a father of 3 kids, I almost never have to wash the dishes so I think my plan turned out alright.
@Edgar_Carpenter: Tuesday’s meatloaf became Wednesday’s stoganoff-ish. Last week’s whole roast chicken became chicken salad and chicken stock; the beef roast became sandwiches and shepherd’s pie.
And luckily, 25 years ago I made grilled cheese sandwiches after a gig at 3:30 am. This led to a promise that as long I I cooked for him when he asked, I’d never have to do dishes. He’s the husband now, and still does all the dishes. (And the vacuuming, which he tells me is Zen.)
A lot of small restaurant businesses in Tijuana closed down this week, and I worry for many of them.
I too have a new favorite pizza place that hasn’t opened in days; the closer of the two pizza places I’ve found whose crust doesn’t taste like the cardboard box it came in. The owners are very nice and trying to make it work, so I’m hoping they’ll stage a comeback.
Wee Irish girl who can’t go to the pub is much better:
What? NOOOOOO! Can’t be!
My wife went to tech from food service.
For a while the only people she hired were also
from food service. One does learn how to work.
Sort of.
Primarily its hereditary.
But, stay fit and you may never know you’ve got it.
Sure but at no point did I or anyone else talk about anyone being fat as was being suggested.
I didn’t realize asking for basic respect for people over a size 10 was droll…
I do not believe anyone was disrespecting anyone based on body image. Did I mention someone’s dress size or body type? No. I commented on the diet of fast food that was apparently this kids every day consumption.
But If someone is looking to be offended they will find it no matter what.
Maybe not, but your comment was still judgey as fuck.