I’m as white as you can get. My parents were both grand children of Scandinavian immigrants. Up until now, I’ve been “over weight” ever since I was a teenager. My mother grew up during the depression living in a family of four, lead by a single mother who’s only income came from working as a maid for other families in small town middle America. It was not a very easy life for them. Her father died from an industrial accident, and the family was on their own for survival. On many nights the family went to bed hungry. This was not untypical for many families of that era.
My family was also typical of post WWII. My father grew up on a farm where he reached “adulthood” when he turned 14, “graduated” from eighth grade, and was sent to work essentially as an indentured servant a hundred miles from home. He was the breadwinner of our family, and worked as a laborer all of his life. My sister and I grew up on the lower side of the economic ladder, but never considered our family “poor”. We always had sufficient food, and my mother made sure we ate it - all of it. No one EVER left the dinner table with food on their plates.
I grew up overweight. To this day, I never leave the table with food on my plate. It was drummed into our heads that slim, “picky eaters” were bad, and that “big boned” was good. This is certainly not a scourge of Blacks only. Justifying it on the basis of skin color is as racist as the KKK.
For the record, over the last 2 years I have lost 75 lbs., and am now down to my “ideal” BMI. I intend to keep it there. I accelerated my pace to achieve this because of COVID-19. Obesity was my only co-morbidity other than age, and I can’t do anything about that.
Good for you to use the lockdown months to improve your health. Too many have used it as a time to eat more.