Freddogg Off The Chain

Thirty four years ago I was a bronzed and bored lifeguard sitting on a single stand by the ocean watching a fat Buddha mother encourage and contribute calories to the little obese obelisk sharing her blanket.
The boy had a greasy fried cheeseburger in one hand, a fountain syrupy coke in the other and mom was feeding him French fries by hand. The kid may have been sexually excited like my dog Darby when he rides in the front seat of the V8 Tundra.
Fat parents don’t reflect fat children but follow the fat kid home from school and it’s usually fat mom and her cake batter ass waiting for him at the door.
I can see no reason for children to be fat and weak maybe one or the other but not both. I’m saying by fifth grade the kid should have a personal trainer at school and I don’t mean some playground physical education teacher with arrested development and leap frog fixation. .
Rigged and ripped brings confidence, the body and mind are a closed system, a single entity.
Kids who play all day and don’t have idiot parent at home, are leaner, stronger and have a better sense of humor than those who are slowed by metabolic digestive disorders.
Back in 1960 I watched and listened as Marion Zarankowitz a science teacher and Russian dude-culled the herd of baseball prospects.
He looked at one kid and said,” O.K. way too fat now, take off!” The kid started whining and Zarank told him,”Don’t be a little girl now, take off!”
Plus when the fat kid plays leap frog everybody else stands up.