My hometown is drowning in high fructose corn syrup.
Recently, I found out that Evansville, Ind., the city that I called home for 18 years, was ranked “The Fattest City in America.”
What happened to you, my sweet River City? Shouldn’t this be a distinction reserved for someplace in Mississippi? (Zing!)
But obesity isn’t a laughing matter. It’s downright deadly.
With nearly 38 percent of the population obese (with a BMI of 30 or greater), that means four out of every 10 residents have increased their chances for heart disease, heart attacks and diabetes.
But it gets worse: Is Evansville happy about it?
Take a look at this newspaper headline: “Yes, we’re obese but happy…and it’s a great place to live: Evansville, America’s fattest city, defends itself.”
How could this be true?!