coming home one night, i ran into a neighbor who is a mom of 2 and keeps the whole family as lacto-ovo vegetarians. she looked harried and it was approaching 8:00. she was eating cheetos and told me her husband had called to say there was no food in the house so could she pick up something on her way? she didn't feel like cooking so picked up cheetos. for dinner. for herself, her husband and 2 kids under the age of 4. i begged her to take some of the eggs i had at home. "nah, that's ok." yes, i judged. let's hope that was a one-off?
we were walking around an outdoor, outlet center in freeport, maine a few weekends ago and there were some teenaged girls entering a store right with us. one overweight girl was huffing and puffing and collapsed into a chair. "i don't think i can keep walking around much more." it was not yet noon and the stores had only opened at 10. the town is small and flat -- it's not like you have to scramble to ambulate. not long after, we saw them all on a bench eating fried dough. none of these girl were even 20. yuk.
op: i don't know if your nieces and nephews remain of normal weight? if so, they all likely don't perceive the danger and the future.
As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.
– Ernest Hemingway