So, when I heard
this story about “fat” report cards (yes, that’s what they’re calling them), I was incredulous and got all bothered, because I put myself in these kids’ shoes. I was going to write a long, angry post detailing why I think this is wrong (and it’s not just isolated to MA, but AR, Britain, and Australia), but I don’t have the energy
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When I was in high school, one of the cheerleaders was told she was obese, according to a BMI reading in gym class, and everyone in school heard about it. Although she was upset, most people commented that she didn't look overweight. I think it would have been much worse for someone who thought she was overweight.
Even though I liked being in cross country, I hated gym class because I don't like being forced to do anything. It would have been so much better if we could have had some say over which activities we did, but we didn't.
Not liking gym in high school was a shame because I used to enjoy it in elementary school. I actually had fun in dodge ball because it was the one time it was useful to be an invisible person (someone no one noticed). I was always one of the last couple of people standing, for that reason.
I think gym class has a much better chance of instilling life-long healthy exercise practices in kids, if they make physical education fun--rather than a pain. "Fat" report cards sounds like a leap in the wrong direction. Shouldn't a primary care physician be the one to tell parents if their child is overweight?
I don't see why public schools should single people out. It would be better to educate all parents on how to have healthy children than give kids who are likely having a tough enough time as it is one more thing to feel ashamed or bad about.
By the way, I am an emotional eater. I can eat a surprising amount of soy ice cream when I get upset (most of a carton). And, sometimes, I eat too many cookies (like three servings).
Even though my weight went up ten pounds about a year ago, I bought bigger pants and refused to diet because I believe dieting puts all the focus on food, which just exacerbates the problem. When I concentrate on things that excite me, rather than eating to fill the gaping hole in my soul, the weight comes off without trying. In fact, when I try to eat a little less than normal, I don't lose weight, but not worrying so much about pounds and trying to be more physically active does the trick.
I lost ten pounds last year and eight more pounds this year. Now I weigh less than I did fourteen years ago. (More to follow.)
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