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The Sun
31 minutes ago
- The Sun
Fat jabs for life is no way to teach kids how to eat but I have simple way to tackle Britain's appalling obesity crisis
LOSING seven stone in 12 months seems like a triumph for Gogglebox star Amy Tapper. She has gone from a size 26 to a size 18. It has led to her confidence levels rising and her thighs shrinking. 8 8 But instead of celebrating Amy's magic Mounjaro weight loss, we should use it as a terrifying warning for the future. Her sorry tale should be repeated to every parent with a young child, to teachers in schools and bosses at the NHS so that this country finally realises how dangerous these jabs could become. Because Amy — at just 25 years old — plans to inject herself 'for life' courtesy of the NHS, or she knows she will overeat again. Let me make it clear. I am not trying to ridicule Amy. I praise her. She has not only managed to finally lose weight and improve her health, but she has also highlighted what is really going on up and down this land better than any party political broadcast ever could. There is a generation who are growing up knowing they no longer need to deal with portion control or restraint. They don't need to worry about healthy eating or balanced nutrition to stay slim. Because they can turn to the wonderful fat jab. And stay on it for ever. Imagine telling somebody from the 1950s or 1960s that this would be Britain of the future? It is embarrassing. When Amy spoke to The Sun's Fabulous this week, she made it clear she has no illness. She says her problem is genetics. But, given the fact she admits her portions were huge and she was overeating, it is more a problem of nurture over nature. A lack of education is the real issue. That's not Amy's fault. That's the Government's. In two months' time, a ban on junk food adverts before 9pm will finally come into play to stop our kids believing that eating ultra-processed foods is a great idea. Which is good. But we already have generations of Brits who are now used to eating fat-laden takeaways and cheap, processed foods. That obesity is being fought by the fat jab. I applaud this in the short term. These jabs are a lifeline for millions, and as I said last week, they must be rolled out faster. But the NHS must also make sure that patients learn healthy eating habits while they are on them. The Government shouldn't be spending millions dishing them out so people don't learn from their mistakes and stay on them for life. Harsh and draconian Past governments should have pumped more cash into educating the public about obesity a long time ago to prevent our weight crisis. Education works. Take Japan as an example. While around 28 per cent of Brits are obese, just 4.5 per cent of them are. When they started to gain weight, thanks to junk food and American imports, the government intervened. Now it is law for kids to have healthy meals at school and food education on the curriculum. Employees must have their waists measured yearly at work, too. Harsh and draconian, maybe, but which is worse? A big brother-style tape measure around your waist or an injection jabbed into it for life Generation after generation have passed down their bad eating habits to their kids. Amy's dad was overweight after tucking into takeaways and eating large portions. He led by example. And look what happened. Now kids have new role models who will pass down their habits — parents who pump drugs into their bodies to stop them pumping food into their mouths instead. Our obesity crisis is appalling. We don't want it for the next generation. But unless something is done, children of the future will grow up watching their mum inject herself for ever. They will think it's their only option and become a Mounjaro Mum, too, one day. Then it will be an even bigger disaster. A dose of Vicks can fix ailing Strictly 8 VICKY PATTISON is a genius signing for Strictly – and she can help clean up this scandal-hit show. Vicky is honest, down to earth and full of Geordie grit – rather than a posh stage-school princess with so many years of dance classes behind her. If someone on Strictly gets out of line, she won't shy away from telling them to foxtrot off. I hope they've paid her a fortune. She's worth it. More Beccas please 8 THERE'S not a lot of positives to shout out about right now thanks to the economy, the migrants, the shambolic NHS and the number of homeless people being forced to live on our streets. But Rebecca Young is someone we really can be proud of. This 12-year-old from Glasgow has been named on Time magazine's first Girls Of The Year list because she designed a solar-powered backpack with an electric blanket inside to help homeless people. She came up with the idea after becoming concerned about people sleeping on the streets during a freezing Scottish winter. She's not only clever, but thoughtful too, and an inspiration. Now the blanket is already being supplied to homeless charities across Glasgow. She says she feels honoured to have been recognised and hopes 'other kids see it and decide to do their part in helping people'. Imagine if we all did that, how different this country could be. Grief's lesson I RETURNED to the North East this week for the funeral for my wonderful, funny and dry-humoured uncle, Jim Clark. A man who I was proud to call my godfather. It was one of the saddest days I've ever experienced. Not because it wasn't a wonderful service, full of celebration. And not because he didn't live a brilliant life – in a happy marriage with two daughters he adored. But because I hadn't seen him in far too long a time. Which I bitterly regret. It made me realise that you don't truly appreciate what you have until it's gone. With busy lives, pressures and kids to look after, we often make this mistake. But it is a harsh reminder that we should all see the people we really care about and love – before it is too late. Kip the magic alive DO you sleep in a separate bed to your other half? If you do, you're certainly not alone. Lucy Mecklenburgh and Ryan Thomas are the latest couple to reveal they do, after eight years together – because he is a nightmare sleeper. Donald Trump and his wife Melania reportedly sleep apart, so too do Cameron Diaz and Benji Madden and King Charles and Camilla. Maybe, as it's so common, we should call it the secret to a happy relationship instead of a 'sleep divorce'. WHEN you're Britain's hardest working royal, you'd think Buckingham Palace would write a decent message for your 75th birthday. Instead, a tribute about Princess Anne posted on the palace website unearthed two stepchildren she has never ever had. What is known as a royal cock-up. Leo's secret 8 LEO DiCAPRIO may be 50 but says he still feels as though he is 32. As the saying goes: 'You're only as old as the woman you feel.'
Daily Mail
31 minutes ago
- Daily Mail
WWE legend's daughter left with life-changing injuries after rollercoaster ride
The daughter of WWE icon Mick Foley has revealed that she suffered a rare neck injury more than five years ago that has left her with headaches ever since. Speaking on the 'Rulebreakers' podcast, Foley explained how her neck was injured after the ride 'went up, down, and immediately went back up.' The daughter of the retired wrestler said that it had been a 'huge mystery' why she was experiencing a headache for so long — until she was finally diagnosed with a rare neck issue. 'It took me about two months to realize I had a concussion. I'm like, "This headache is not going away, and I'm so sensitive to lights and sounds and I feel all weird,"' she said. 'And I was asking my dad, who you would think would know a lot about concussions, but he was like, "Sorry, I don't really know."' 'I feel like his concussions, boom, they happen, and he's like OK. But he never really had a concussion that lasted longer than maybe a couple months. I've been to around 50 doctors, between doctors and physical therapists. It's just been a mystery.'
Telegraph
an hour ago
- Telegraph
‘Fat jabs left me so depressed it was like having The Deer Hunter theme on repeat in my head'
I can say without any doubt that I've never been depressed. So when I began using weight-loss injections three months ago it was a huge shock to find that rather than my usual unhappy-go-lucky self, I sensed something new. Something really bad. I was depressed and I could only assume it was a side effect of the drugs. Within a week of my first injection I felt a deep despair, seemingly from nowhere. Nothing had happened in my work or social life to trigger it. For a few days I searched for a cause, confused and concerned about where this blackness had come from. Suddenly, to an almost absurd, comical extent, existence seemed bleak and irredeemable. It was like having the theme tune to 1978's war drama The Deer Hunter playing in my head on repeat. After the initial shock, I had to somehow find a way to recognise this state for what it was: artificially induced – the mental equivalent of fake news. I have known lots of people with 'real' depression: the kind that keeps a person in bed for a week as if there were a weight tied to their body. The kind that waxes and wanes without reason, making it hard for those around them to empathise. I'd never known that feeling, yet here it was squatting on top of me day after day. Using weight-loss injections produced no other side effects. I have been sleeping well, I've not felt any nausea and I have undoubtedly lost weight, which was the whole point of this expensive experiment in the first place. Much of what has been written about the mental health impact of these treatments has been on either the positive effects of losing weight – improved self esteem – and how some who experience ADHD report a heightened sense of focus and concentration. Nowhere in the literature of the companies that make the treatments, or those who sell it, is there any suggestion that depression is a verifiable risk. Side effects are listed as nausea and vomiting, constipation, diarrhaea, reflux, headaches and fatigue. So much the same as a long stag weekend, rather than a continuous vigil at the edge of the abyss. The medications in question are known as 'glucagon-like peptide-1 receptor agonists' (examples are semaglutide in Ozempic and Wegovy, and tirzepatide in Mounjaro). They were conceived as a treatment for diabetes and were later found to have beneficial effects fighting obesity. They may also help with cardiovascular disease and even neurological disorders such as Alzheimer's. They work by mimicking the effects of the hormone GLP-1, which helps regulate blood sugar levels and appetite. Dr Riccardo De Giorgi, Clinical Lecturer in General Adult Psychiatry at the University of Oxford is currently studying the effects of these drugs and admits that it is too soon to know if there is a possible link with depression, but suggests evidence points to a positive, rather negative, impact on mental health. 'The most recent studies available suggest that GLP-1 medications do not increase depressive symptoms or suicidality,' he says. 'These are based on drug trials where the patients were measured for depression 'scores' and psychological wellbeing, and they didn't show a negative effect overall. 'What happens if you are exposed to these drugs and you have a history of depressive episodes? In that regard, we don't have any evidence at all. There are now some more trials pending on depression, but it's very early days.' I asked around amongst friends and friends of friends (there are so many people using these treatments now that they aren't hard to find), and several reported very similar experiences to my own. One mentioned feeling 'oversensitive and on the verge of tears all the time'. Another said she felt so depressed and exhausted through emotional stress that she had to stop using it. She wanted to start using jabs again but was afraid of reliving her depression. A third said the worst days were 'shocking' but eventually she began to feel better – whether that was because the effects wore off or because she became more adept at coping she couldn't be sure. For me, the strangest feature of this self-inflicted ordeal was that I couldn't trust my emotions. It was like I was in my own matrix, where what I was experiencing felt real but was actually a simulation I had brought on myself – all while paying a monthly fee for the privilege. When something bothered me at work, there was no way to measure its real importance, which meant there was no reliable way to respond to it. How could I tell if a crisis at home was trivial, a total catastrophe or something in between? Thinking about the terrible state of Britain and the world suddenly felt deeply personal rather than an essential part of my job. Just hearing the first bars of a John Barry film score or recalling a random memory of my daughters set me off like Adele at an awards ceremony. I wondered if my new mood was connected to missing food, since I had become a one-meal a day person with no snacking. Maybe giving up eating for pleasure was getting me down? But while I love food like Keir Starmer loves free glasses, not even giving up crisps could make me feel this hopeless. The accepted routes for treating 'real' depression do not really apply to me since all I needed to do was stop the injections. I could hardly start taking anti-depressants to cope with the artificially induced depression brought on by other drugs. Therapy to treat it also seemed ridiculous, since it would be treating something that I had the power to stop. That was not a luxury afforded to those unlucky enough to experience the real thing. The therapists I asked about this were none the wiser, expressing confusion about how they might treat a patient who believed their depression had been triggered not by a pre-existing condition or circumstance, but by weight-loss injections. For me, feeling this way was my choice: a trade off for a thinner waist and a current drop of 1st 9lbs. Dr De Giorgi offered one explanation, yet admits that until he and others are able to conclude further research there is still no clinical evidence of a link between the drugs and depression. 'Some forms of depression are associated with high levels of inflammatory molecules, in which case the anti-inflammatory effects of GLP-1 medications would be helpful,' he explains. 'For other people, who are less prone to inflammation, the drugs might upset the balance in the body that is already in a sweet spot, so the drugs mean you have 'too little inflammation'. A degree of healthy inflammation is needed for the normal upkeep of brain cells. GLP-1 medications seem to be able to enter the brain, so we shouldn't be surprised if we find there are other implications such as mental effects.' Even if a link was ever proven, which is not likely as things stand, it's hardly going to provide much comfort. Most recently, the icing on this doom-laden cake – the kind a goth would get for his birthday at a Dracula festival in Whitby – was that I began to have nightmares. A mixture of Franz Kafka's brand of horror and Stephen King's It, they were like video nasties in which the lead character shouts: 'This isn't real!' and tries to wake themselves up. After a couple of these, I had to set a deadline to get myself off this stuff. No chiselled jawline is worth this. Kate Moss once famously said: 'Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels', but, for me, it was a case of nothing feels as bad as skinny tastes.
