Waddle Waddle

I just got back from Las Vegas and it never ceases to amaze me how large a human body can get until I walk past someone who appears to be well in excess of 300lbs.

Unless you’re pregnant with twins you should never “waddle”

One of the things that starts to become apparent is that morbidly obese people don’t walk as much as they ‘waddle’.

This got me thinking…at what point does a person start to become concerned enough with their weight to do something about it…this could be dieting, working out, taking some sort of drugs or even lap band surgery, gastric bypass, whatever.

At some point carrying around that extra mass is worse for you than any of the alternatives.

To me it’s a choice between a slow but certain premature death (staying morbidly obese) or the chance at a longer happier life with whatever risk is associated with the chosen intervention (surgery, drugs, exercise, dieting etc)

I’ve never been morbidly obese so I don’t pretend to know what the psychology is in this state, but once your walking turn into waddling I’d imagine that it’s high time something has to be done for your own survival.

I’m not saying it’s easy, and I’m not saying there is a perfect solution, but I am saying that doing nothing at all is almost certainly worse than the alternatives.