This is just . . . weird

[pegkerr]

Doctor in trouble for calling woman obese.

The story doesn't say exactly how he phrased what he said to her. I gotta think there is more to the story here.

It makes me think of that term Berke Breathed coined: "Offensensitivity."

Comments

[nellorat.livejournal.com]

I bet you were still taught to say something like "you are at risk for diabetes" instead of "your obesity will kill you."

Also, I wish more doctors were more informed about the whole picture, especially the high rate of regaining the weight and the health consequences of yo-yoing weight. Or that better nutrition an exercise can have health benefits apart from whether or not any weight is lost. And we're not even going into true but weird stuff like how fat people have a better survival rate with cancers and less osteoporosis. Just a realistic picture of how weight-loss dieting does and doesn't work.

[megd.livejournal.com]

Nope, I was taught "your obesity will kill you", which considering I am the fat kid, was the yo yo dieter, etc, stung me to say, but its true.

[pegkerr.livejournal.com]

Of course, none of us are going to get out of this life alive anyway . . .

[megd.livejournal.com]

Next you're going to tell me I can't take it with me.

I weep!

[nellorat.livejournal.com]

No, "your obesity will kill you" is not true. You could get hit by a car tomorrow. I find it sad and ironic that Stephen King, a yo-yo dieter constantly worried about fat and dying of a heart attack, almost died because he was out walking for exercise and an idiot ran into/over him.

You could die in your fifties of bone cancer, or some other cancer not at all related to fat, like my fat aunt did. You could die in your 80s of pneumonia, like my overweight mother-un-law did. Even many "fat-related" problems, like many kinds of heart disease, actually have more to do with a diet high in the wrong fats and with lack of exercise than with fat per se.

We all die of something. I'm highly at risk for being fat, but then I'm highly at risk because of the many hours I spend driving on highways for my job. My fat grandmother died at 92, and if I make it that far I'll be more than satisfied. In fact, my fat, diabetic mother is currently 83, and I'd settle for that.