THIS FAT OLD LADY’S WTF WEDNESDAY – WTF WAS I THINKING?

I must have lost my damn mind.

I read a little article on Yahoo news about a 5 year old Chinese girl whose father decided she was overweight and asked her if she would like to go for a walk after dinner.

The daughter asked the father if this was to slim down.

The father was surprised that the daughter picked up on his intent and said, “Yes.”

The little girl told him that she’d love him no matter what size he became because he was her father (paraphrasing) here.

And the internet gave a collective “Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww”.

The comments were mostly nice, but a number of them were getting into how the father was actually very sweet too because he cared enough about his daughter’s weight to intervene.

Hmmmmmmmm.

Now, I knew.  I KNEW, I should just keep myself to myself. 

I knew this was just a big steaming pot of shit waiting to be stirred.

And, yet, I just couldn’t stop myself from putting my spoon into that pot and giving it a good stir.

I posted:

“I am sure he does love his daughter; however, he is confounding weight with health. Taking a walk after dinner is a healthy activity and it is good that the child be encouraged to learn to enjoy healthy activities. To link it with weight loss is problematic. For those who think weight is simply the myth that it’s all calories in / calories out – you have a very simplistic and naive view of how the body works when it comes to weight. To say, it’s complicated is an understatement.”

And let the responses start rolling in.  Some good, most not-so-good.  So far no absolutely horrible ones. (Of course, the day isn’t over yet.) And I have been very circumspect about which ones to respond to and how to respond.

But still …

WHY, OH WHY, OH WHY-O, didn’t I just stay out of it?

And, just to be clear, I don’t think I am wrong; I just probably should have kept it to myself.

Also, the first blog post I was going to make was on CRT!  How’s that for looking to start a shit storm?

I clearly have way too much time on my hands (which is inexcusable given the number of boxes I have to unpack). 

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