I am fat because of 1. Overeating 2. Inactivity and 3. Genetics. Some people argue about number 3, saying that fat is as fat does, and you can’t blame your parents for your penchant for butter or your tendency to count doing the dishes as exercise. But, as the full-figured spawn of many a fatty before me, I know that for myself, my family does play a large part in my attitude towards my weight and food.
Meet mi familia! None of us need a crane to hoist us out of the house, but we’re all on the overweight side. (Sadly – Kaiser would classify all of us as obese. And we are. Meh). We’ve all gone through varying degrees of weight loss – right after my mom declared she was done having kids, she lost 50 pounds. Then got pregnant with my brother. My dad has lost 40 pounds on Atkins… but I think most of it has come back. My sister lost 40 pounds the old fashioned way… and gained it back. My brother plays hockey, so he loses and gains all the time. I lost 27 pounds… and gained it all back. All of us know we’re overweight, but we struggle with willpower – and none of us like to sit next to our skinny friends at the bar and sip a diet coke while they chug honey-colored hefeweizens.
So not only do we have bad habits, but we have a long lineage of the fat gene in our family – no doubt stemming from our great Norwegian forefathers, who needed their burly bodies to stay warm while they battled narwhals on the baltic sea. (One of my favorite excuses ever? From my Swedish grandmother… “I’m not fat, I’m just a descendant of the vikings!”) I get pissy when I make a few slip ups during the week and the scale moves up, because I have lots of skinny friends who eat a lot worse than I do and the number never budges. But I’ve had to accept that this is going to be a life-long struggle for me, and that my body is just more inclined to carry fat. What do you think – does fat run in the family, or is it all circumstance of choice? I think it’s a deadly combination of both!