to the missing ones. Maybe her parents could stop her from seeing her friends, but Fiona wasn’t going to let them stand between her and her food.
AT TEN, FIONA HAS ALREADY DEVELOPED what will grow into a lifelong habit of associating happiness with unhealthy food. And a marketing-savvy industry has created a customer for life among the ever-growing number of obese American children.
According to the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, in the National Health and Nutrition Examination Survey, “the number of adolescents who are overweight has doubled since 1980 and the prevalence [of overweight/obesity] among younger children has more than tripled.” Making matters worse is the amount of time these children will be obese. According to Dr. Roger Unger, an internist and professor at the University of Texas Southwestern Medical Center at Dallas, “Youngsters today will have been obese much longer than any preceding generation. The consequences could be deadly. Everybody talks about an epidemic, but they don’t think about what it’s going to be like twenty years from now when these kids are approaching middle age and have heart disease and all sorts of complications of diabetes.”
Despite all of the current efforts, obesity rates in children are climbing with no end in sight. Is it because parents don’t care enough about their children? Of course not. Something is missing in their efforts. But what is it? Certainly it’s not a lack of nutritional information. Newspapers, magazines, and television programs are filled with information about healthy eating. Bookstore shelves and pediatricians’ offices overflow with advice about properly feeding children. Yet, nothing seems to help. Why?
While most of us know what constitutes a healthy meal, very few are aware of the emotions behind the food that is presented to children on a regular basis. And even fewer understand how these emotions are entangled with childhood overeating.
Think about how foreign it would seem for you to celebrate your birthday without a cake. How about getting through a holiday without baking and/or eating special desserts? Think about your childhood. Did one or both of your parents or grandparents have a special food that they made for you, or was there a certain treat that you were permitted only when you were ill or unhappy, one that was supposed to make you feel better?
Even though all of these things may seem like normal childhood behaviors and none of them is necessarily harmful in moderation, there are emotions attached to each event. For instance, having a cake made specifically for your birthday makes you feel special and loved. Eating dessert is often associated with family love (for some) or as a shield against explosive family gatherings for others. And being given special food as a child may be related to feelings of love and nurturing. This being so, is it any wonder that obesity is becoming a “national scandal,” as one expert notes?
It is the intention of Why Can’t My Child Stop Eating? to first create awareness about the current attitudes and practices in society that contribute to emotional overeating in children; then, to provide concrete actions to initiate and maintain lifestyle changes. Since this issue is so crucial to the health and development of children, helping parents help their children heal from the emotional aspects of obesity by addressing these issues and providing practical activities is vitally important.
This book is also designed with busy parents in mind. It is intentionally kept short so that you will have time to read all of it. Chapters 2–6 contain a “Things to Remember” section that summarizes the main points of each chapter. This is to reinforce what you have already read. It is not designed to replace reading the entire chapter. There are many things in each chapter that are not included in the “Things to Remember” sections. Think of these sections as a quick reference guide for after you have read the entire chapter.
And though many may point to genetics as the cause of childhood obesity, it is important to remember that according to a nursing professor at Michigan State University, the majority of overweight cases—approximately 60 to 80 percent—are due to lifestyle, while only 20 to 40 percent have genetic causes. This being so, the rate of childhood obesity can be greatly reduced with the lifestyle changes outlined in Why Can’t My Child Stop Eating?
SOCIETY, FOOD, AND EMOTIONAL EATING
TAKING A DEEP BREATH, I DUG MY fingers into the palms of my hand. I knew what was coming. Within a matter of a few seconds I would be assaulted. Forcing myself not to look in the direction of the teenagers gathered in front of the garage on the corner, I said a silent prayer that they wouldn’t notice me, especially today in front of Linda, a girl in my grade for whom my mother occasionally babysat and who walked home with me after school on the days she came to our house.
My heart began to pound as I bit my lower lip to stop the tears that were welling up in my eyes. I forced myself to try and concentrate on what Linda was saying. Though I saw her mouth moving, I had no idea what the words were. Then I heard the high-pitched voices call out.
“Look at the whale! Why doesn’t she go back to the ocean?” Laughter filled the air.
“Fat ass. Lose weight.” Again, the laughter.
Walking as fast as my layers of fat would allow, I kept my head high and focused my eyes straight ahead, digging my front teeth even harder into my lower lip. I knew my eyes would betray me, so I avoided Linda’s gaze and prayed that she wouldn’t tell anyone else about this. It wasn’t as if she was a friend. I barely knew her. Like everyone else at school, she stayed away from me.
“That’s so disgusting. How could anyone let themselves get so fat?” I heard the deep voice behind me.
My knees shook as I prayed that my legs wouldn’t give out underneath me. If I fell now, in front of “them,” I would surely die of embarrassment. A few more steps and I could no longer hear the laughter I knew was still there.
Reaching my house, I pulled at the front door handle, rushing in before Linda. Unclenching my fists and letting my shoulders droop, I exhaled slowly. I was home. I was safe.
Clearing my throat, I looked at my mother.
“Maybe you can make us Mommy Burgers so Linda can try one.” I used my sweetest voice. My mother hesitated only for a second before her eyes filled with sympathy, and then she nodded her head.
I could feel the saliva gathering in the corner of my mouth as I thought about the two cheeseburger patties sandwiched between three slices of white bread, slathered with gobs of mayonnaise on one side and ketchup on the other. I knew that since we had company, my mother would do as I requested—even allowing me to eat two.
As I bit into the thick sandwich, my whole body relaxed. Even if no one else in the world liked me, I knew that my mother loved me. No matter what I did or how fat I was, she would always be there. Smiling at my mother, I hoped she would give us dessert next . . . .
To my parents, and so many other members of their generation, a fat child was a healthy child. Coming from times and places that had experienced deprivation and want such as a Great Depression survived by my grandparents and the aftermath of World War II when my parents lived through food rationing, they embraced a cultural ethos that told them that the preparation and presentation of food was not only necessary for survival, it was a demonstration of
