It's official. My entire family, (with the exception of one infant who will very soon will be chubby), is now technically obese. I just got "the phone call" from the four year old's preschool program. Her BMI is 22. She's gained 2.5 inches and too much weight since last checked.
Based on the height and weight entered, the BMI is
22, placing the BMI-for-age
at the 99th percentile for
4 years 8 months. This
may be overweight and should be seen by a healthcare provider for further assessment.
underweight, less than the 5th percentile
healthy weight, 5th percentile up to the
at risk of overweight, 85th to less than
the 95th percentile
overweight, equal to or greater than the 95th percentile
This means war.
While I'm certain about two years ago we were also all technically obese, the children had slimmed slightly and things looked promising. This is difficult, you can't understand it unless you've been there, so bear with me. You cannot tell children to diet. You cannot put kids on a diet. You can only model good food behaviors and hope they follow suit. When your kids get fat, it's almost always directly attributed (at least partially, I know I take lots of blame for it) to the parents or whomever is responsible for the daily nutrition of the kids. So, it's my fault, my husbands' fault, and our in-laws. It's okay to say it because we know it's the truth.
We're all fat, all of us.
"Height: 5 feet, 4 inches
Weight: 187 pounds
Your BMI is 32.1,
indicating your weight is in the obese category for
adults of your height."
My mother in law, who is my main babysitter as needed, just had gastric bypass a few months ago, so she's slowly making the changes in her house, but it's so very hard. My husband was 360 lbs, I was 320 lbs, his mother was 350 lbs, his sister is having the surgery very soon, and there are lots more of overweight or obese people in both of our families. My kids are like genetically predisposed to be huge. It's so not fair to them, so we have to kick it, NOW. This family ain't gonna be fat no mo. I'm done. When Mama ain't happy ain't nobody happy. This is going to be a long and arduous process, it's not like I can just say -"That's it, no carbs for you" and get the family skinny. We have to do a lot more than that.
The nurse on the calls asks me, "Do you give them juice? Too much milk? Soda? Snacking?" Nope. No juice, at all. They won't drink it. Milk? Hardly, and only skim, ever. Soda - diet, caffeine free. Snacks - yeah, but come look in the cabinets. I don't allow ice cream, cookies, chips, popcorn, anything with trans-fats, hotdogs, processed meats, processed cheeses, boxed meals, frozen dinners, etc. so on and so forth. It's just simple. We eat too much and move too little. Okay. Need to stop before I get angrier and do something positive. I'll be back with ideas. I promise. :::the wheels in my head are turning:::