San Francisco has passed an ordinance banning McDonald’s from serving toys in their Happy Meals. Although McDonald’s is getting the main attention, the ordinance bans all restaurants from putting a toy in a kid’s meal unless the food and drink combined have fewer than 600 calories with less than 35% of those being calories from fat.
Don’t get my wrong, I’m anti-childhood obesity. But I seriously don’t believe that the solution comes from government intervention like this. Is McDonald’s to blame that kids are fat? No. It’s the parents’ fault for buying their kids fast food so often and providing them with a sedentary lifestyle.
I was raised that fast food was an occasional meal, maybe once a month. Mostly, my mom cooked our food. And she didn’t stock the house with junk food. We weren’t forbidden to eat potato chips, we just didn’t have any. Now that I’m in my 20s, I mostly continue in that lifestyle. I would rather snack on fresh fruit and veggies than gross greasy stuff. I have junk when I want it and I don’t want it every day. On the other hand, I know families that consume a lot of unhealthy food but are constantly engaged in healthy physical activity. They spend their free time hiking, riding bikes, and having fun burning off those extra calories. It’s called balance. Moderation. Common sense.
America is so seriously lacking in common sense that people think they need the government to step in and save them from Happy Meals. And what does the toy have to do with anything? It’s still a kid’s meal even without a toy. This ordinance makes no sense at all. Got my facts from this LA Times article.
On a semi-related note, I ate a fresh pomegranate yesterday. It only took me like an hour and a half. San Francisco should require all Happy Meals to include a pomegranate, and parents should make their kids get every last aril out before they’re allowed to play with the toy. Now there’s a diet!
In other news, Bristol Palin still hasn’t gotten the boot from Dancing With the Stars, despite her total lack of musicality, rhythm, or dancing skills. She consistently gets the worst scores but the viewers just keep voting for her. There is no justice. Kurt Warner danced his last tonight. Oh well, he was the second-worst of the remaining stars. As a disclaimer, I am ashamed of watching (and worse yet, caring about) Dancing With the Stars. I blame my dad and stepmom. They starting watching it for Warner and got sucked in and I fell victim by association. It does draw you in.
Finally, I do have a life of my own. I’m over halfway through the first portion of training for work at the local Pregnancy Resource Center. The second portion will involve shadowing current volunteers during counseling and parenting classes. I’m learning a lot going through the manual and am excited to get to the hands-on portion. I had my wedding dress fitting on Saturday and my mom paid up the balance. It only needed one alteration so in a few weeks I can take it home with me. Save-the-dates are printed and should be in the mail by the end of the week. I’m about to buy my first new pair of glasses since I got my first set of frames about 10 years ago. Maybe a new look for me? I’ll still mostly stick to contacts. And that’s my life this week in a nutshell.