Posted on 09/15/2010 7:19:42 AM PDT by Michael van der Galien
Years ago, when I lived in upstate New York, I decided to quit smoking. Around the same time, I developed a craving for Buffalo wings. There was a great wing joint less than a mile away that delivered.
I got fat. 25 wings, four or five times a week will do that to you.
Sure, there were dietary charts and calorie counters, but did I read them? No. If only I’d been forced, against my own personal tastes and free will, to eat healthy I wouldn’t have been in that predicament.
Thankfully, a young person today will never have to deal with the obesity problem in the future.
Michelle Obama gave an impassioned speech to the National Restaurant Association on Monday about food, childhood obesity, and the need for the restaurant industry to do something about it.
Here’s a snippet.
That’s why we’re committed to helping increase that demand and making it easier for you to do what’s right. And we’ve started by requiring chain restaurants to provide calorie counts on their menus and menu boards. And I am grateful for the support we’ve received from the NRA to get this done. And I want to encourage restaurants that aren’t providing calorie counts to join us in this effort.
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And, finally, we’re working with mayors and other local officials to make our cities and towns healthier and to highlight restaurants that agree to serve smaller portions and promote more nutritious options.
“Requiring chain restaurants…”
“Working with mayors and other local officials to make our cities and towns healthier.”
Want to bet she hasn’t even called Mayor McCheese?
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You see, according to Cocteau’s plan, I’m the enemy, ‘cause I like to think; I like to read. I’m into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I’m the kind of guy who likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder, “Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?” I WANT high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green Jell-o all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I’ve SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It’s a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing “I’m an Oscar Meyer Wiener”.
Your right to run naked in jello ends where my vision begins! ;)
I love Greg
Meanwhile Barry is barfing down hot dogs and smoking and in case one hasn’t notice Michelle isn’t shopping in the petite section either!
Yes and no shortage of lobster and drawn butter for Michelle!
“Michelle isn’t shopping in the petite section either”
THANK YOU! It has always bothered me that they made a deal out of their daughter’s size when Mom should either keep her mouth shut or stop splurging on fatty ice cream etc... I’m not one to judge by size or ridicule someone over their hip size but I am one to point out hypocrisy when it occurs. Michelle and O don’t live a pure lifestyle (eating fatty foods, smoking etc) and should allow everyone else the freedom that they apparently enjoy. Just a thought
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