From Egan, Child's Age 12 - 01/21/08 - IP#: 32.141.33.xxx Click here to reply
hi I just want to tell you guys about my 12 year old son. My son Brendan is 5 ft 240 pounds. He gets made fun of all the time and just does not stop eating. One issue is we live next door to a Burger King which he eats at at least 2 times a day. I took him for a physical at the doctors and found out his arteries are clauged and he is 120 pounds over his normal weight. I blame that on me because I am 5'6 580 pounds and am out of shape too. My wife does not stop bringing junk food I to the house. And shopping for him is hard too I have to buy. Size 45 waist and have it taylored for his height. Recently when he went swimming his bathing suit ripped and even worse a boy went up to him and said get A bra you girl. Me and my son need some major changes but we just can't stop eating and sitting around any sujnestions.
Reply from Taylor, Child's Age 14 - 02/23/08 - IP#: 75.66.43.xxx No. Stop right there. DO NOT just say you can't stop. If you say that, you're right. You have to want this for yourself, for your son, and for your whole family. And there's no time like the present. Why wait? It's not hard, just change the whole family's eatng habits and do this together. You'll be there to support each other as a group, and you'll find it's not have as awful as you might think! For exercise, you can start by going on walks as a family, or maybe getting exercise videos and doing them together. It's a wonderful time to bond, and great for the whole family's health! Best wishes! =D
Reply from Mike, Child's Age 11 - 02/14/08 - IP#: 81.106.188.xxx I don't know if this will help . . . Up until my 10th birthday I weighed a stone (14 lb) for each year, but then, as puberty kicked in, my weight climbed faster, and on my 11th birthday I weighed twelve and a half stones or 175 pounds. I tried dieting and exercise to no avail. After school on the last day of Summer term, Mum pulled me to one side and told me she wanted me to lose at least a couple of stones before returning to school in September. How I did it was up to me, but in order to encourage me, she told me she would not buy any more jeans for me. If I burst those I was wearing I would have to wear my shorts instead. I hated shorts! I went to my room to consider this new problem, and took a good, long, hard look at myself in the full-length mirror on the door of my wardrobe. My jeans were rock-hard tight from the knees up and my T-shirt seemed to bulge at every seam. The tightness of my clothes didn't bother me. Tight jeans and pants were the height of fashion in the early 60s, and I was often complimented on the tightness of my jeans. I came to the conclusion that my immediate problem was not so much find a way to lose weight, but to find a way of preventing my jeans from bursting. And then it hit me! One pair of tight jeans on its own would burst too easily. Two pairs worn together would be twice as strong. Three or four pairs of jeans worn over each other would be so strong they would be impossible to burst! As it happened, the pair I was wearing that day were the fourth pair of the same make and size and I still had the other three pairs, albeit patched and repatched where I had torn them or burst them, in the bottom of my wardrobe. I enlisted the aid of my brother and between us we managed to squeeze me into the four pairs of jeans. My knee-length rubber boots were very tight, but they looked good, as did my zip-front leather jacket, which was extremely tight over four or five layers of tight T-shirts and sweatshirts. I could hardly move, but I felt great! None of my friends noticed I was wearing extra clothes when I kicked a ball about with them in the park. They just teased me good-naturedly about my super-tight jeans. That night I left all my clothes on and slept quite comfortably. After a couple of days my jeans and leather jacket were becoming very loose. I had been sweating a lot and thought that this had somehow made them stretch. I preferred them when they were tight, so I persuaded my brother to help me strip everything off, and put them back on over another two or three layers which would make them tight again. After another couple of days all my clothes were loose again and I realised now that I was rapidly losing weight. Thereafter this became the pattern of my teenage and young adult years --- my weight would climb every Winter, and I would sweat it off the following Summer. Sometime in my mid-20s I learned about metabolism and after that I didn't need to put so much effort into losing weight. But sometimes I got careless, or simply got fed up of watching my diet, and allowed my weight to climb. Then, one day I would dress myself in about twenty layers of tight clothes and spend the day fishing. When I stripped off I usually found I had managed to lose about a stone --- sometimes as much as two, if I cycled to and from one of my favourite fishing haunts, which was about 5 miles away. If your boy wants to try something like this, stretch tracksuits are ideal. Start off with, say, 4, and then gradually increase the number of layers while on the outside wearing thick heavy-duty jeans as tight as possible both to compress the fat and make it more difficult to walk or run --- but encouraging this to help tone the thigh, buttocks and abdominal muscles. Hard work, but enjoyable, and well worth the effort!
Reply from David, Child's Age 12 - 01/26/08 - IP#: 67.100.122.xxx Have you ever thought of talking with your wife and bring up the subject in making some changes. It is not right to totally balme yourself. Do you have a history of obesity in your family? Bring it up with health care professionals. I do not have the medical answers to your problem. As far as your son being made fun of at school, it could help if you could get him to admit his problem and beg the understanding from his classmates. One possibility is to have him do research in the library at school and write an essay about his problem and have his classmates read it. This will help to educate his classmates about his problem so as to help them with some understanding of him instead of ridicule.
