Apparently my Dad is fat and stupid, according to this article on GMTV today. Okaaaaay.
Dad is the least lazy person I know! He has worked since the age of 5. when he was amde redundant from his managerial job, he was offered a post cleaning out the machine that make burgers and sausages. He accepted it, rather than claim benefits. he is still there 10 years on, has refused promotion as can't do it physically- he would be disabled (he has a syndrome similar to NF that causes growth, I have it too, its not linked to weight- I was bullemic and anoriexic when I developed it). both his pensions collapsed through cirxumstances that rpevent them claiming these governmental handouts (linked to being sold abroad). So he accepts he ahs to work for- well always, Mum can barely walk, she cant work, though she does care for my nephews.
So clearly Dad is anything but lazy, even on his days off he rises early as he grows all their own fruit and veg to save cash.
Stupid? Well as second youngest of sixteen kids he was the only one to get acepted fro Gramamr (coulodn't go, they couldn't afford uniform- nan was bedbound and Grandad an alkie, hence the working since 5 thing).
Dad is fat because he overeats, partly as he likes it ( and none of us in the family are a size 10, even my uncle who once trained olympic swimmers (and is pushing 80) is hugely obese. Could that not be at least partly related to a childhood where the main meal was usually bread and jam (no butter), where they ate hedgehogs, poached salmon and caught rabbits / hares and when the food was served, the littlest ones were lucky to gte anything after the biggest ones had tucked in? Dad never says this, but my Mum has talked abot it and that was his reality.
Of course weight is usually (not always) about excess food. Dad wuld admit that. But there's always other factors- and frankly my Dad has slaved throughout his life doing a job most people would refuse, that wouldhave been designated for outcastes in India, despite for thirty years having been one of four managers at a huge inductrial place that was sold off suddenly, and then retraining as a CNC setter for a decade before that place was sold too.
This sort of press, you may notice, REALLY annoys me