#frustrated
It basically focuses on the premise that sugar is more addictive than cocaine and because it’s legal for all ages, it contributes to childhood obesity.
They also show immorality of food corporations advertising to kids specifically. The babies who start drinking formula with added sugars and the kids who are influenced by ads on tv get addicted to sugar at an early age and don’t even stand a chance. Looking back on my childhood, I’m glad my mother and grandparents were educated enough to start me off with a healthy childhood. I never watched tv (so no enticing food commercials) and never ate potato chips, juice boxes, or soda. My mother didn’t give us money for school lunch, so I was spared in that way too (we ate power bars).
I’m frustrated with the public school lunches shown in Fed Up because they literally serve Pizza Hut pizza, McDonalds burgers and fries to the kids. But even if parents can’t change the good their kids get in school, you’d think they could make sure breakfast, snack, and dinner were healthy. There’s a girl on the documentary who is obese at 12 - she is too young for weight watchers, so her parents decided that they could help her lose weight (mainly by increasing exercise, not cleaning up her diet). The mother buys low fat products etc. but there are shots of the girl eating Nutella (with the mother in the background!!) and burgers and fries. And the child is surprised and depressed by the fact that she hasn’t lost any weight.
Hopefully the obese children and their families interviewed in the documentary have actually watched it because as a vegan in my ealry 20s, I’m very removed from the world of children and of fast food, yet I’m saddened and frustrated by the whole thing.
Ok rant over - I only have power over what I do. I am going to cut down on the zero calorie sodas I drink with alcohol and look more closely at the sugar content in my food.
When you film an amazing 12 minute long porn video and then have to deal with uploading it to multiple platforms because it’s 1.5GB
Oh I’m sorry person-in-authority. I didn’t realize you were calling a meeting to take the frustration of your miserable day out on us. Terribly wrong of me to assume we were going to have a rational discussion at least this time.
Why isn’t there a Gulabi Gang in Pakistan? We adopted so many things from India and Hindu culture.. why couldn’t that have been one of those things? I’ll call it…. “Weed Out Stoners.”
I lost my soul and I lost my spirit.
This mood when I feel my dried tears on my cheeks and I neither want to live nor die.
Every time everything gets better, it gets worse.
That moment when you lie in bed and realize that you have no one to talk to.
My heart is pounding and my thoughts are circling. Life gives me anxiety.
Sometimes silence is worse.
I thought I was doing better.
But then there was that one comment.
By a stranger.
And now I’m reliving all the traumatic feelings. The rape. The kidnapping. Everything.
Drowning. Just drowning by myself.
So scared of dying.
All I wanted was you to be mine. Now you’re mine and all I feel is anxiety.
It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Feeling so broken.
Please stop breaking my heart over and over again.
So scared of being burnt by you.
