Sunday, September 30, 2007
Obesity and our society
Reasons for obesity:There could be a variety of reasons for obesity, but I think there are particularly two:
The first is the modern way of life, which includes that a lot of people get other people to do their work. They don't do the sports or exercises themselves, they watch it on TV. Children spend more time playing computer games than running or playing outside. Many people lead inactive lives and eat too much. They eat too much und they eat the wrong food, that means food with a lot of calories but with small amounts of vitamins und minerals. They prefer prepared food which contains too much fat to increase the taste.
The second reason is that many people are involved in problems and experiences related to stressful situations, which they can't manage. They eat to compensate and to forget their stress or they just eat to reward themselves.
What can society do:
One way could be to make clear the consequences of eating badly/unhealthily/wrongly. This could be done as a warning clip in TV or at radio. The young people could be instructed at school. Furthermore it would be necessary to emphasize the positive side of preparing and eating healthy food e.g. a family could be improved if the whole family did the cooking together.
Which people could I influence to reduce obesity:
A friend of mine is very obese, because she eats to forget her stressful situation. Unfortunately the situation can't be changed, but perhaps the view of it. Of course she knows about this bad habit. I don't have to explain this. But I try to emphasize her successes. I try to be a good friend to her and to help her become more confident. If she became more satisfied she would have the power to reduce her obesity.
(picture copyright by the coachhouse nursery)
Friday, September 07, 2007
Creative writing club
The passenger awoke with a start to find the train moving through unfamiliar scenery. Along came picturesque landscapes, with planes as flat as a pancakes and with almost red hot sand on them. The time flew by, and so hour after hour, the panoramic view from the window of his carriage changed. Mountains passed away. With their snow white peaks, they appeared like sleepy, calm giants. It became freezing cold outside, and ice crystals built up on the windows. The passenger was tired and with the setting of the dawn, he closed his eyes and snuggled into the velvet smooth pillow he carried with him. He fell into a deep sleep.
All of his fear and anger fell away, and he left all of his gloomy thoughts behind him.
When he had started his journey in the morning, he carried only the absolute necessities with him to begin a brand new life. The trip from the east to the west coast through the whole country would take three days.
Three days to reflect all the damn things which had gone wrong in his life.
Yes, he´s on the run, on the run from his former life that he couldn’t stand anymore.
First thing he saw when he opend his eyes in the morning, was the face of a pretty lady in her mid twenties. With her soft skin and her bright blue eyes she smiled at him and asked politely if she could bring him something for breakfast. At first he was startled, but then he remembered he had bought a full-service-ticket. Hesitant he ordered an English breakfast with bacon and eggs. The coffee was boiling hot - he burned himself and got angy. He swore like a trooper, but a moment later he calmed down. Cheerfully he called for the waitress and ordered another roll.
The train was moving further and further, and thoughts were floating through his head. What could he do when he arrived in San Francisco,?
The journey took him alongside big cotton plantations, and he saw workers with clothes which were nearly torn to pieces. And he thought , they should be better dressed for such a hard work.
A day later he arrived in San Francisco, and when he got out of the train, he saw
people with faces as black as cole all around him. They were mine workers, searching for gold and loosing their health. The clothes they were wearing were as frazzled as what the cotton-field-workers wore. And Suddenly, out of the dawn, it was crystal clear for the clever young man. He had to start up a workers-clothes-manufacturing-company. Clothes that should be rock-solid but still comfortable and flexible, so as to not to interfere with the workers’ daily tasks.
And so he developed the first pair of jeans.
(by Sandra N.)
All of his fear and anger fell away, and he left all of his gloomy thoughts behind him.
When he had started his journey in the morning, he carried only the absolute necessities with him to begin a brand new life. The trip from the east to the west coast through the whole country would take three days.
Three days to reflect all the damn things which had gone wrong in his life.
Yes, he´s on the run, on the run from his former life that he couldn’t stand anymore.
First thing he saw when he opend his eyes in the morning, was the face of a pretty lady in her mid twenties. With her soft skin and her bright blue eyes she smiled at him and asked politely if she could bring him something for breakfast. At first he was startled, but then he remembered he had bought a full-service-ticket. Hesitant he ordered an English breakfast with bacon and eggs. The coffee was boiling hot - he burned himself and got angy. He swore like a trooper, but a moment later he calmed down. Cheerfully he called for the waitress and ordered another roll.
The train was moving further and further, and thoughts were floating through his head. What could he do when he arrived in San Francisco,?
The journey took him alongside big cotton plantations, and he saw workers with clothes which were nearly torn to pieces. And he thought , they should be better dressed for such a hard work.
A day later he arrived in San Francisco, and when he got out of the train, he saw
people with faces as black as cole all around him. They were mine workers, searching for gold and loosing their health. The clothes they were wearing were as frazzled as what the cotton-field-workers wore. And Suddenly, out of the dawn, it was crystal clear for the clever young man. He had to start up a workers-clothes-manufacturing-company. Clothes that should be rock-solid but still comfortable and flexible, so as to not to interfere with the workers’ daily tasks.And so he developed the first pair of jeans.
(by Sandra N.)
