We are eating ourselves to the doctors.
Where I am sitting at the moment, dad is sitting with two young adults, probably sons.
I know the father runs, I saw him returning several times. He is grey haired, lean and isn't snacking. The two young men have just tucked into ice cream and a toasted cheese sandwich. Both are a good two possibly three stone over the weight their father would indicate they should be, genetically, but the diet I have watched these young men consume, is a modern one of predominantly carbohydrates and sodas.
I cannot say my generation is much better. I look around and watch both women and men so grossly overweight they can hardly walk. The sun loungers are invariably snapped underneath, and with the weights these plastic beds are being exposed to, it really isn't surprising.
I watched one man so grossly obese, he couldn't get up from the lounger without holding something to lever himself up.
Ok,so they maybe quite content to be the sizes they are, but what are the consequences for the various health departments?
And, selfishly, what about my needs? I am not overweight but I am nearer seventy than sixty, what happens when I require medical support? Will there be any? Or will it all have been swallowed up by the varying obesity related illnesses leaving no money or time allocation for people like me?