No.. tis is not Spaz. This is kid is far too small to be him!

… so yesterday afternoon Chief tells met hat we have to pick up more school pants for Spaz.

At the beginning of the school year, the Crack Whore bought him tan linen pants to wear as part of his uniform.

Yes.. I said LINEN.

Who does that??

Anyway.. it’s not like I anticipate her doing anything that will make sense and I’m sure she mentally gave me the middle finger when she bought pants that had to be dry cleaned.

‘Cause like I said.. she doesn’t know what it’s like to be a parent 24/7 so buying pants that he would be wearing 5 days a week.. that had to be dry cleaned.. completely swirled through the void where her brain used to be.

If she ever had a brain in the first place.

At any rate.. so yesterday we went to one of the discount places in the area. I wasn’t looking to spend a lot of money because a) we don’t have it and b) his legs are far to short for the size of his waist so he winds up destroying the hems by walking on them.

The pants that he was wearing were a 34 waist. That’s Chief size. And yes, he’s 12. His weight became an issue the last three years and even though I constantly harp about what he’s eating, the amount of food that he’s eating, when he eats, etc. It’s fallen on deaf ears. I buy “healthy” things when I shop.. but even too much healthy stuff turns unhealthy and then you have the uber-chef who firmly believes that cooking everything in butter is the 11th commandment and that food = happiness, you have a recipe for a morbidly obese kid who is too young to make proper choices and an environment where there are two many un-healthy choices. And you know, there are four other people in the house who like what they like and it’s not fair to deny them because of one person.

More on that later..

Anyway.. so we buy two pairs of pants. One a size 34 and one a size 36. Both are relaxed cut so there is more room around the middle. I didn’t think there would be an issue with them fitting.

Boy was I wrong.. and what a shock it was.

The 36’s “fit”. Spaz complained that they didn’t fit but that was only because he was used to wearing clothes that were too big for him. The last lot of clothes the Crack Whore bought him were 38 pants and 2X shirts. He’s so damn short that the shirts looked like dresses and even if I hemmed the jeans they would have looked like cargo shorts.

The 34’s didn’t even button.

So last night I told Chief that he really needed to be diligent in monitoring Spaz’s food intake without making it obvious to his brother’s. He plates our food in the kitchen before bringing it out to the dining table so he has the opportunity to alter Spaz’s plate without it being obvious.

And look, he used the kitchen of both a hospital and a special needs school. He’s more versed on nutrition and dietary needs then the average person.. you just have to want to do it.

So what does he make him for breakfast? Two eggs, cheese and pork roll on a croissant. My arteries seized just thinking about it.

He knew he screwed up though.. especially after I happened to come across a piece of paper from the school that documented Spaz’ height, weight and BMI.

Guess what? The kid is 62.5 inches tall and a whopping 187.4 lbs.


All I could say was “wow” when I saw it and I waved it in Chief’s face and said DID YOU SEE THIS?? WHEN DID YOU GET THIS?

Apparently it was sent home in Spaz’ school folder.

And then I went over again how dangerous.. soo dangerous.. this is for the kid. Diabetes run’s in Chief’s family, number one but he’s open to all kinds of health risks.. all types of mental issues.. hygiene issues.. you name it and I pleaded with him to stay keep it in mind when he’s cooking.. when Spaz asks if he can get a soda or chips off the front porch..

We were on our way to the supermarket when I stated AGAIN the need for this kid to eat better.. get more exercise.. there’s no reason why he can’t walk home from school. Granted, mornings are a different story but in the afternoon? Chief said things will be different in West Virginia. I told him that that’s three weeks away.. do you want to give him the opportunity to gain MORE weight in three weeks?

With all that in mind, we made sure we bought more fruit then usual.. more sugar free and no fat snacks.. things that I could take from their container and put in the cookie jar and there would be no evidence that what he was eating wasn’t laden with sugar and fat. Individual containers of apple sauce was a good buy.. even trail mix and nuts. Animal crackers were also surprising low in fat and sugar. Plain oatmeal that we can add bananas or cinnamon to ourselves. We also bought fruit bars instead of ice cream.. Oh… and hummus and pita bread (I cut them up and popped them in the oven to be used for dipping) .. things that are healthier for you tends to be more expensive but you have to do what you have to do.

Spaz eats out of boredom.. I’ve been saying that for years. Plus, he’s food obsessed. He’ll ask what Chief is making him for breakfast right after dinner. The first question out of his mouth when we either walk in the house or he walks in the house is “.. what’s for dinner?”

Tonight, we had chicken for dinner with corn and oven roasted potatoes. About a half hour after dinner, Spaz knocked asked me where the Saltine crackers were. Why, I asked. He said he wanted cheese and crackers. Some how.. he found the can of spray cheese. I hate that stuff. Chief likes it so he hid it behind the cat food. Somehow, Spaz found that but didn’t see the big box of crackers right in front of him.

I told him that we had JUST finished dinner.. he said he was still hungry. I told him there was fresh fruit and dried fruit and all kinds of other things that he could eat as a snack later on.. it was too soon to eat now. He hemmed and hawed and I told him that he could have a snack now or later but then that’s IT. Of course, he wanted it now and so I pulled three crackers out of the sleeve and squirted about a dime size dollop of fake cheese on each one.

That’s it, he whined.

Take it or leave it, I said.

He took it.

He didn’t like.. but it is the way it is and he needs to get used to it.

I also mentioned to Weed on the sly to keep an eye out on Spaz after we go to sleep in case he sneaks out into the kitchen. His bedtime is 10.. ours isn’t much later.. but Weed is usually up to the wee hours.

Look.. I know how hard it is to be an overweight child. I know how hard it is to be an over weight adult. But I also know that if he doesn’t learn how to eat properly now, he’s leaving himself open for a lot of hardship later on.

If any of you have any suggestions, they’d greatly be appreciated!!

  1. Amy Knoll says:

    B wears a 36. What he needs to be in is about a 33 or 34 but he was a catcher for baseball for so many years that he has thunder thighs. Not an oz of fat on them but he has these big muscular thighs. I have to buy his jeans to fit his thighs and then he wears a belt to make them fit in the waist. I will say that when B was that age, he was rather chunky. As he hit his puberty growth spurt and got interested in girls… he thinned down a bit.

    I like the idea’s that you’ve had so far. Here’s hoping that the Chief backs you up and that the move helps with the walking part. You might try kicking them outside for some of the day to actually exercise or at least pretend…. Maybe a weight set if you can find one on craigs list?

  2. Me 101 says:

    I wish I could kick him outside Amy!!

    Even though it’s winter and he has no friends (loooooooooooong story!!) I tried to get him outside to walk the dogs.. to pick up the litter the wind blew on our property .. to clean up after the trash the possums and raccoons get into because nobody but me puts the lids on the trash cans.. rake leaves.. shovel show.. etc. etc. ETC!!!!

    He’ll go out for two minutes and then come in complaining that his legs hurt.. or his ankle hurts.. or his back or neck hurt.. OF COURSE THEY DO!!! You don’t USE them!!

    I’m sooo hoping that the WV will just what he needs.. plenty of woods to explore.. fishing, bb guns, paintball, no CPS to get involved if I lock him out of the house at sunrise and don’t let him back in until sunset… LOL!!!

  3. Mrs.Wayne says:

    Both of my kids wore “Husky” or “Plus” size clothing at Spaz’s age. JCPenney was the only place I could fit them, because Lord knows I can’t sew. At one time, SS did wear a 36 waist, but he slimmed up in high school when he became obsessed with girls. SD could wear a ladies size 16 in 7th grade. Then she got into playing softball and dropped 30 lbs. Like Spaz, I think they both had abandonment issues and used food to fill the void. I just tried to buy healthy snacks, cook healthy dinners, and not fuss too much about them sneaking food at night. You can’t be the food police 24/7. Get him involved in some activity that burns more calories than video games: team sports, swimming, or even riding a bike. It might help his behavior too.

  4. ChapmansRus says:

    I agree with Sharon on trying to introduce healthier food, like it sounds like you’re doing, & not worry so much about the night time sneaking for now… and find an activity he likes that burns some calories… anything is better than nothing..

  5. Me 101 says:

    Hey Sharon!!

    Spaz outgrew “husky” about two years ago .. I could only find a size 20H locally but he can’t even pull them up past his butt now!

    Hopefully he’ll have a growth spurt to even him out a little but I’m hoping that forced to make better choices because his option are either “healthy” or “more healthy” will help also.

    We’ve tried getting him involved in activities (martial arts because it was more individual then team related and we thought that it would with his self esteem and confidence) but as soon as something gets “hard” or the novelty wears off, he gives up and becomes disruptive and disrespectful. When we tried forcing him to attend, that eventually he was asked to leave..

    It’s kind of a catch 22 … he doesn’t like to do thing by himself yet he isn’t capable of keeping friends because of the way he behaves towards them

    But we’ll see what happens after the move.. there’s is going to be A LOT to do outside that will be a necessity rather then pleasure (cleaning land, chopping wood, building fences, etc.) so he really isn’t going to have a choice but to exercise.

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