If you look close enough at my profile picture, or even notice it a little, you can see that I'm a tow-headed fella with blue eyes. With my broken leg, the trip we took to the beach over the Labor Day weekend had a little extra sweat and struggle working.
One thing I noticed from or spot is that the majority of the beach going denizens are of Latino background, which I'm all for. By "majority" I mean vast majority. Like, I don't remember seeing any other whiteys on the stretch of beach that we were chilling. They're probably closer to the pier and the whiter neighborhoods, and farther from the working class people's entrance. I'd also like to say how much better/cooler that was.
But I did notice that the percentage of corpulence was higher than most health-teachers in the public schools and universities would like it to be. It was actually quite shocking. The beach is a place I used to go to with regularity, if it was even just a bike ride, and it was certainly never as crowded as Sunday of the Labor Day Weekend. The crowds were far greater that I'd ever seen (in Long Beach in the shadow of the Villa Riviera), which was pretty cool.
The levels of what can only be guessed at as less than ideal nutritional intake are higher than societal goals would like.
That's a fancy way of saying: there were lotsa' fatties at the beach the other day.
The real question is what to do about it. I've got some ideas, but that's fodder for another post on another blog.
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