Fat Dad, Fat Kid: One Father and Son's Journey to Take Power Away from the "F-Word"

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My has never been terribly overweight, but his constant need to “diet” without ever having much success definitely shaped my own dieting and perception of my body. My dad was big into ice cream, so I totally thought it was normal to eat half a gallon of ice cream in a sitting. She goes on to say she developed an appreciation for cooking and homemade food from her grandmother and fondly recounts the time they spent together in the kitchen. His YouTube channels attract millions of subscribers, and he has been hailed as one of the “most successful video entrepreneurs on YouTube” by Forbes.

They grew up in the 20’s and 30’s – they’ve been gone for over 10 years now, having lived into their 80’s. Finding a balance of saying too much or saying the wrong thing or saying nothing at all to them is difficult, but I;m focusing on being supportive and just LOVING them in the meantime. She used to cook for me and the younger of my two brothers (the only two left in the house by the time I was a kid) every single day. Ultimately, we want to make the bus all inclusive, a kitchen for our community, regardless of colour, creed or religion.My mom did diets constantly and my dad would throw a fit whenever she would try to sneak in low fat options. I heal by making his and my favorite comfort foods just often enough to remember mama…because they’re her recipes and eating them is rememebering her a little better. All these horrible processed foods, while she continued to eat a much healthier and balanced asian diet.

She has always had a tendency to judge obese women quite harshly though, despite my arguments that metabolism is partly a gift, not one that everyone gets the best of the genetic lottery. We didn’t have that many adventurous meals growing up; standard Aussie fare, meat and three veg, were the norm, or sometimes a homely Danish meal reminiscent of my Mum’s childhood – love was always heaped on the plate too. Recently, I discovered a fantastic series on the New York Times blog, entitled “ Growing Up With a Fat Dad” by Dawn Lerman.I get great satisfaction over preparing meals for others, watching them enjoy those meals — even more joy than from when I eat them myself.

He is an inspiration to the people he works with, always demanding the best in them and getting results that people can rave about.

I did watch my dad struggle with dieting all of his life and I was on the receiving end of many a “well meaning”, but not quite kind, comments from my mom about what I should/should not be doing to lose weight. My house was a minefield of fad diets, diet food, snacks for my stepdad, and ’90s career mom processed foods. My father has been diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes for a few years now, and still eats all the sugar, fried foods, and carbs he wants.

Then with the divorce it was working her butt off so my meals consisted of easy to fix microwave meals like pizza rolls and micro-fries. It’s amazing what we carry with us from our childhood, and having parents that had healthy attitudes about getting fit would have had a much stronger positive impact on me than what they weighed.On top of this, mental health is on the decline for many and studies have shown that those of the in the lower social economic classes are much more likely to need help at some point with 73% of those in the lowest income bracket experiencing mental health problems at some point in their lives. I’m doing this so when I (one day) have children, they will be healthy and not have a complex when it comes to food. The difference was that unlike our mom, my sister and I didn’t have a metabolism that could ‘eat anything’ and we were overweight from a fairly early age.