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Open Question: What should be done to decrease the obesity rates? Do we want an ill nation?

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Open Question: What should be done to decrease the obesity rates? Do we want an ill nation?
Since it is estimated that 75% of Americans will be obese by 2015….
And since obesity is a costly condition that can reduce quality of life and increases the risk for many serious chronic diseases and premature death.
Evidence: Child Obesity Linked to Early Death, Before Age 55
Obesity responsible for more than - 100,000 cases of cancer per year
Childhood obesity - linked to stiff arteries
- linked to fewer “pleasure” receptors
- linked to poor school performance
- linked to more liver disease than alcohol :O
- linked to lower testosterone levels
- early puberty in young girls
Teen Obesity - Linked to Later Multiple Sclerosis
- increases risk of coronary heart disease and stroke
- increases the risk of developing osteoarthritis (a degeneration of cartilage and its underlying bone within a joint)
- increases risk of Alzheimer’s disease
- Diabetes
- Dyslipidemia
- Sleep apnea and respiratory problems
- High blood pressure
- can increase the risk of dementia up to 80%
- Gynecological problems
- increases risk of Fibromygalia
- linked to sexual Dysfunction
- linked to lower sperm count
– increased risk of many cancers
- breast cancer
- endometrial cancer
- colorectal cancer
- ovarian cancer
- gallbladder
- aggressive prostate cancer
- pancreatic cancer
- esophageal cancers
- kidney cancer
Obesity = brain shrinkage = stupidity ….
Imagine how stupid America will be….
“The researchers found that all of these OBESITY indicators were inversely
associated with total brain volume - that is, the higher any indicator was, the SMALLER THE BRAIN VOLUME -
and that the association between abdominal fat and brain volume was the strongest of all.
Waist-to-hip ratio was also found to be associated with increased temporal horn volume,
independently of other obesity indicators.
The temporal horn is a part of the ventricular system; its volume is known to increase with age,
and in conditions such as Alzheimer’s Disease, depression and schizophrenia.
Enlargement of the temporal horn invariably involves a reduction in the volume of temporal lobe structures such as
the hippocampus, and thus is closely associated with MEMORY IMPAIRMENTS.
Cancer
“Fat cells produce estrogen, which are now known to be a factor in breast cancer and endometrial cancer.
Fatty tissue also affects the way the body metabolizes insulin,
which can alter how sugar is processed and how it ultimately gets to cells.
Fatty tissue, also known as adipose tissue, produces hormones on its own that could play a role in promoting cancer cells.
It also has been shown to produce chronic, low-grade inflammation in the body.
Sources:
http://scienceblogs.com/neurophilosophy/2010/06/obesity_linked_to_brain_shrinkage_and_dementia.php
http://www.usatoday.com/news/health/2007-10-16-obesity-gene_N.htm
http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/721275
http://health.usnews.com/health-news/family-health/cancer/articles/2009/01/05/obesity-linked-to-ovarian-cancer.html
http://www.medpagetoday.com/Neurology/MultipleSclerosis/16922
http://osteoarthritis.about.com/b/2009/03/29/obesity-linked-to-osteoarthritis-and-joint-replacement-complications.htm
http://calorielab.com/news/2008/11/22/fatty-liver-obesity/
http://www.cdc.gov/mmwr/preview/mmwrhtml/mm59e0803a1.htm?s_cid=mm59e0803a1_e%0D%0A
Lib Nemesis I care about my nation.
And if you want to remain a super power… know that our military is shrinking…
many can not qualify

Mon, 16 Aug 2010 05:18:37 GMT
Open Question: Can you please edit an excerpt from my story?
I know I have grammatical errors, but can you please tell me what you think of the story? Thanks!
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My day began in the usual way; I woke at the crack of dawn, silently, so that I did not disturb my pleasantly sleeping wife. I struck a match and lit the stove, placing a pan with two eggs sizzling in it on top of it. A bright yellow tablecloth, two white place-mats, and two hand-painted plates decorated the breakfast table. A fork sat to the the left of the plate, and matched a knife to it on the opposite side. Orange juice sat in two glasses.
After checking the two eggs I had cooking–not yet ready for placement–I tended to the beautiful flowers and plants out in Alice?s garden. Once the soil was soaked, I tip-toed back inside and set one egg on my own plate, and the other in Alice?s.
Back to the garden I went, and found some rosemary, which I later sprinkled onto our food. I plucked a single rose from the flower bed and set it in a watered vase that was positioned in the center of the table.
I smile spread across my face as I studied the scene of our morning breakfast. Everything was perfect, just like normal.
I crept back into the master bedroom and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror that hung above Alice?s vanity. My dark hair was untidy, and my blue eyes sparkled. No need to brush my hair–Alice appreciated me just the way I was. No need to calm down my eyes–That’s the way Alice liked it.
I went to wake her.
Kneeling next to the bed, my eyes ran over her. I stared for a moment, but then my nerves became uneasy.
My morning took a turn for the worst.
?Alice?? I murmured to her through and awkward smile, something strange. I had never felt awkward around her before. ?Dearest?? I placed a delicate hand on her cold shoulder. This was not out of the ordinary–She usually was cold when she first woke in the morn.
I gave her a slight tug, ?Time to wake.? I sang to her.
What I wanted to happen was for her green eyes to blink open, casting off their greenish glow, and for a smile that warms my heart to come. She would ask, ?What?s for breakfast?? And everything would continue as it always had.
I would respond with, ?Your favorite.? And we would go to eat.
I rubbed her arm incrementally and expected just that to happen. But it did not. Harder I went this time and shook her so that she went back and forth. No morning greetings came. Now I spoke in a normal tone. It was not a whisper anymore, ?Alice.? I waited one, two, three seconds before speaking again, ?It?s morning.? I said, and prepared myself for the giggles that would undoubtedly follow. But there was most certainly something wrong.
I brushed back her shiny brown hair to the side and my stomach plummeted downward.
Her usually colorful skin was now a milky white, and her mouth was propped open at a weird angle. Her eyelids seemed a blueish black, something I first made the assumption of being make-up, but quickly came to the realization that it was not. Her eyebrows were frozen in place, but scrunched together, as if confused. Swallowing the growing lump in my throat, I took in a shaky breath, and out came a ragged exhale. ?Alice?? I asked once more. ?Love?? This was almost muted, as it barely escape my lips. I shook her frantically, hoping for a response, any response, a small whimper would ever do, or a cry of despair.
?Sweetheart? Dearest? Honey? Love?? These words were my frantic cry of despairs, my small whimpers, my response to the body that laid before me. I continued with a small flame of hope that eventually died down to nothing. Each word came faster than the one before, and they eventually became shaky.
I abruptly stopped shaking her limp body and blinked tears from my eyes.
?Alice??
Nothing.
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Well that’s what I have to show you– sorry it’s so long! The main character’s name is James, and wife ended up dying from a coma. Tell me what you think. Thanks!
It’s in the 1940s