Columns by Chiropractor; Doc Joe Leonardi
For the second year in a row, I am humbled to be noted with honorable
mention on Jimmy Moore’s Top 10 Low-Carb Movers & Shakers list. It
is quite an honor to have my name mentioned, on the same page, with the
likes of Gary Taubes, Mark Sisson, Denise Minger, Dr. Andrew Weil,
Laurie Cagnassola and the rest of the incredible experts on this years
list. I have been part of the low carb movement for only two years, this
recognition is a source of pride in which words fail to express my
gratitude.
Jimmy Moore is the internet voice of the low carbohydrate movement.
His site is the first stop for many interested in discovering the facts
about low Carbohydrate eating. Livin’ La Vida Low Carb is packed with
the latest scientific research, interviews and success stories.
http://livinlavidalowcarb.com/blog/top-10-low-carb-movers-shakers-of-2010/9188
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I recently came across an article on Medscape concerning childhood obesity and bullying.
The opening line states; “Obese children are more likely to be
bullied than their nonobese peers regardless of sex, race, socioeconomic
status (SES), social skills, or academic achievement, according to a
University of Michigan study published online May 3 in Pediatrics.”
My initial reaction was; I wonder if I could get some fool to hand me
a bunch of research money to study the possibility of the ground
getting wet when it rains?
In my mind obesity and bullying is just one of those topics that
does not require any research. Ask any adult, me included, who was
overweight as a child if they experienced bullying.
I was picked on.
I was tormented.
I was mercilessly attacked, mostly verbally but sometimes physically, for being overweight.
I am not a psychologist nor a psychiatrist, but I understand what it
is like to have been picked on as an overweight child. Hell, I wasn’t
even that overweight.
I was always a “big-boned” youth. Growing up I would get a hard time
about it from my friends. Mostly it was harmless, but when I entered
junior high school things changed.
It was in the seventh grade that good-natured ribbing changed over to
malevolent, menacing, mean-spirited bullying. Kids from different
grade schools came together in one place. I was no longer solely with
the children I spent the last seven years getting to know. There were
new kids I had never met, kids from the tougher parts of Greater
Pittston. I was with twelve year olds that cursed, smoked and would
think nothing of punching you in the face for looking at them funny.
To quote a movie, “I wasn’t in Kansas anymore.”
My torment started walking to school on the first day. In an alley
were a gang of kids hanging out smoking before we had to be in the
building. It was from them I heard;
“Hey Fatso! Are you going to make it up the hill?!”
It was a mild taunt.
I just kept walking.
Each day it got worse.
I tried ignoring them, but that only fueled their need to hurl even more insults.
I tried walking faster, but I couldn’t escape their shouts.
I opted to walk a different way. That worked — until they found my new route.
After that the insults became more vicious, punctuated by threatening
profanities. Added to the comments about my weight were affronts to my
courage, or as they perceived, lack thereof.
I once tried to fight, but that was fruitless. I just got my ass
kicked and gave the bullies more ammunition. These daily confrontations
went on for all of seventh and eighth grade — for two long years I
silently endured.
In ninth grade things changed. I had been lifting weights with my
best friend Francis for two years on and off, but that summer I became
serious about it. I started to get more physically active. I even went
out for football. The summer program of running and drills combined with
weightlifting and better eating presented an unrecognizable person the
following year.
I weighed more, but that weight was distributed differently. Though I
still couldn’t fight my way out of a paper bag, those that bullied me
no longer took me for an easy mark. While I am not sure if they would
have understood the meaning of the word respect, they treated me
differently and no longer taunted me.
One of the conclusions of the article is that parents should not use
bullying to coerce a child into losing weight. Even considering my
childhood it is a conclusion with which I whole-heartedly agree.
Besides, often times parents, guardians and even teachers may not even
be aware there is a situation. My parents never knew I was being
bullied. I never uttered a word. Even when it became physical I would
just shrug it off as a fight. (When I was a kid getting into an occasional scuffle did not raise any alarms)
However, parents need to be aware that if their child is overweight
or worse obese, that child is more than likely, to some degree being
picked on.
It is happening.
It may be as mild as being called names or it could be much worse.
Though I 100% agree with the conclusion that any degree of bullying
should not be used as motivation for the child, it could be used as
motivation for the parent. As I have written before — obesity is not a complex problem,
however when it comes to children, they must be properly guided. They
must be handled with care. Their emotions and body image can be
negatively influenced if they perceive that their own parents regard
them as different.
They need direction.
They require affection and love.
They must have parental involvement.
In my youth my parents helped in both little and big ways. They
purchased a weight set as a gift. My mom would prepare foods that would
not adversely effect my weight. They allowed me to pursue my new
passions. They supported and encouraged me.
I wasn’t any good at the sports I participated in, but my parents were in the stands for each and every game.
They came in the rain.
They came in the cold.
They came in the heat.
They sat for hours just to watch me sit on the bench. It didn’t
matter to them whether I played or not. They were proud and they showed
it by being there. Most importantly — I knew they were there.
It is time for all of us to not only start to do battle with the
epidemic of childhood obesity, but to emerge victorious. The victims are
too young, they are too precious and they are too important for us not
to.
I am available to speak at no charge to any school or any
youth group. I also make myself available to any talk radio, internet
podcasting or television outlet. I have already appeared on Public
Television WVIA’s State of Pennsylvania and Call the Doctor.
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I was reading Jimmy Moore’s blog http://livinlavidalowcarb.com/blog/,
the other day. He re-posted a column by a personal trainer who was
critical of the low carb lifestyle. In the column the author implied
that one could not be athletic or build muscle following a low carb
regime. I am well aware that there are varying thoughts on nutrition. It
is NOT an exact science. However, when a self proclaimed expert wants
to deride others without genuine facts and information it makes me a
little irate. I hastily took some pictures to demonstrate how exactly incorrect said author is:
I do not have the conceit to believe
that I am at all where I want to be. I am still about 6 months from
being in the shape I am shooting for, but I invite you to check out my
340 pound photos from March of 2008. I think I have laid to rest the
myth that you can’t build muscle or be athletic on a low carb lifestyle.
Also, today I am listening to Rush Limbaugh talking about losing
weight. He is claiming that exercise is not necessary and that he has
lost weight before. I think I remember a similar tirade about a year
ago. Watching his CPAC speech on television it appears he was not
successful last time. He actually made the claim that he wants to lose
enough weight so it takes him a couple of years to put it back on. What
this big bellied big mouth doesn’t get, is that if he not only lost
weight, but became fit— he would enjoy all the stuff he currently does
and not ever have to worry about losing weight again. Also if he would
get fit it would help his golf game.
I doubt the rotund Mr. Limbaugh would ever read this blog, but if he
does I would be more than happy to help him scream from his golde EIB
microphone, “I was Fat Then but I am Fit Now!”