Ron discusses a recent article that talks about America’s obesity problem. Though one of the suggested solutions in the article calls for more regulation, Ron advocates for personal accountability and the ability of an individual to take care of themselves.

Well brr. It’s still below zero. Four days in a row, no numbers. Ouch.

All right. Today, before we get started on more fitness stuff, I want to talk about the continual retardation of the media and the public in general about fitness and health. Here’s a paper I can’t work.

There’s an article in one of the newspapers, “Five myths about obesity.” Now, I love the guy’s picture because that’s pretty standard American, right there. “Fixing the problem is a matter of regulation,” and not the kind prefaced by “self.”

Then it goes on to discuss why, I guess, we’re not smart enough or determined enough to take care of ourselves. Pretty sad statement. That’s half under the fold,a whole half page dedicated to regulating your fat ass. I find that offensive and disgusting. So should you.

Who’s going to regulate you? The government. Enough. Don’t drink too much pop. Don’t smoke over there. Legalize pot over here. It’s chaotic, at its best. At the very best, it’s just chaos.

How do we get around this? It’s real simple. You step away from the chaos and you just take care of you, number one. Take care of yourself, and then you’re able to help others, but until you’re grounded and based, none if it really matters, does it?

It goes on to say that regulating calories at high school and junior high, oh, this’ll work. “Kids, don’t listen to that Elvis Presley.” How’d that work out for you? Beatles, long haired bastards, they took over the world.

Folks, you’re not in charge. Except you’re in charge of yourself, your personage. Banning and regulating anything is absurd. It doesn’t work, and it’s not the government’s place. We got to start taking back your own abilities to make your own choices, and to be responsible.

There’s the final word. You have to be responsible. If you’re fat, you eat too much. It ain’t nobody else’s fault. If you’re stupid, sometimes that’s genetic, and you just got run over by a truck or something, but generally it’s your own fault. If you’re unhappy in your job, change it. Whining doesn’t get you what you want; it never will, except a lot of company in the masses.

As I scream and scream on about this in the next couple of logs, feel free to share this with other people. Get off your ass, go outside, run around the building, come back inside, and then worship me. No, that’s not right. Go have a good life, go have fun, but don’t turn your very health over to anything, especially the government. Really?

All right, my time’s up.