Childhood Obesity
by Anita Doberman
It's official. My two-year-old daughter, ‘Bubu’, named after the Italian word "autobus" because she was such a little meatball as a baby, is obese. At her well baby/toddler appointment, the doctor, pointing to the growth chart in front of him, clearly stated that my round, soft and precious daughter, is indeed too big.
I know she is chubby, but obese? Can a two year old really be obese? Apparently, yes. The Center for Disease Control (CDC), in a 2003-2004 National Health and Nutrition Examination Survey (NHANES), using measured heights and weights, indicated that “an estimated 17 percent of children and adolescents ages 2-19 years are overweight – an increase from 7.2% to 13.9% among 2-5 year olds, and 6% to 11% for 11 to 19 year olds, from 5 years ago.” I knew that the obesity epidemic was taking over our children, but I never thought Bubu would be part of this group.
Like many parents whose children are overweight I ask myself how this could have happened and what I can do to change it.
As I think about Bubu, I realize that she always really enjoyed eating. In fact, she was a gigantic baby. She doubled in size within the first month of her life, and loved food the moment it touched her tongue, even as an infant. At first, her roundness was cute, and the fact that she was such a good eater was easier on me, because I could focus on the other kids who weren’t good eaters, and who had to be encouraged at every meal. But eventually, I obviously didn’t notice that I had to push her to eat less, and cut down on her portions rather than praise her for being enthusiastic when it came to food.
Despite the fact that I know Bubu must be eating more than she should, it doesn’t seem to be so much or so different from the way my other kids eat. Honestly, if the pediatrician had told me that she was doing fine with weight and height, I would have patted myself on the back for our healthy lifestyle.
Perhaps, some of it has to do with a genetic pre-disposition, but I am not about to sit and wait to find out if she will be an overweight child and adult. From now on, I’ll watch her like a hawk, cutting down on her portions and enrolling the two of us in boot camps—I bet there are mommy and me boot camps out there.
This is an interesting experience for me. I now understand on a personal level that for some of us, kids and adults alike, losing weight or staying in shape isn’t as easy as it is for others. It gives me a new respect for people who try hard despite going against the odds – which is not to say that genetics is entirely an excuse.
And for this new awareness I have to thank my now chubby, but soon to be thinner, little Bubu.