I have been thinking about this issue quite a lot lately. As much as obesity may be an increasing problem here, compared to the wealthy countries I know, it's nothing. In fact, a friend recently commented to me about the number of obese people she sees around her home in Once and when I told her it was much worse at home, she wouldn't believe me. So I started copying her news items from media at home that contain random photos of regular people going about their business while something newsworthy happens in the vicinity. Almost all are not merely overweight, but grossly obese. Now she believes me. Here is one of them:
Parents have expressed their alarm as large crowds congregated at a series of packed Wiggles mega-concerts as Sydney faces strict restrictions and the northern beaches entered a five-day lockdown in a bid to crush the surging COVID-19 outbreak.
www.smh.com.au
In a city where there is no pandemic, these people are worried that their children could get coronavirus; yet presumably they have no concern about the damage they must be doing to their children's health through the body image modeling they are providing and, presumably, the food they are providing at mealtimes. And these, evidently, are not under-privileged parents and children.
A few years ago, a colleague (the office driver), with a media-fed idealist image of women from my country, asked me about them and I replied that most were seriously overweight. He didn't believe me. Sometime later I had a video conference with colleagues at home. At the other end, the camera was on, but nobody was yet present; however, you could see people walking past the open door. Waiting for the meeting to begin, but forgetting the earlier exchange, I invited my colleague in to have a look at what a typical office looked like on the other side of the world. Just as he began watching, a seriously obese woman walking past the empty conference room on the other side of the world paused in its doorway to read a paper she was holding, unaware that she was being watched from another continent. She waited a few seconds, then moved on out of view. A few seconds later, another person (again a woman), also immensely overweight, did exactly the same thing: stood for a few seconds just outside the door reading a document. My colleague, remembering our earlier exchange, turned to me and said he hadn't believed me, but now he did.
Whenever I fly home the airport bus to the city is always a culture shock. Always my first encounter in a year or more with my compatriots. And always, almost all the passengers are seriously obese.