I used to think that exercise is less fun than Don Bluth...

“Oh, whatever.“ “Talk to the hand.“ “Once you pop, the fun don't stop.“ They may be mere phrases from the last decade and 7 years, but to me, one of them means something more that applies to my childhood. The latter phrase, which is the official slogan for Pringles on my American soil, delineated one of the dark sides of the decade when my childhood was aptly memorable – obesity. I was, like many other teenagers in my own generation when they were children, a 90's child. In culinary terms, I became infatuated with Push Pops, Airheads, Chicken Tenders, and other high sugar, salt, and fat (mainly unhealthy) foods connotative to the decade. Instead of playing outside (maybe out of fear of abduction), I turned to the comfort of watching continuous hours of my older cousin's gameplay on the Super Nintendo or Nintendo 64 gaming systems or viewing incessant marathons of Don Bluth animated features or Nickelodeon shorts. I simply fell victim to rising epidemic when chubby kids emerge throughout my nation.

Although my parents call it "unhealthy," I call it "tasty."

I grew up in the 90's – as much as I grew fatter in that decade before the new millennium. I ate the archetypal, commercially American children's favorites – chicken nuggets, French fries, macaroni and cheese, and the like – alongside home-cooked fare (which is, according to my parents, worlds more nutritious compared to “kids' food”). I lost much of my taste in the latter cuisine around late 1995 because I became entrenched in ubiquitously fattening processed and fast food.

Fruit snacks: why empty calories contributed to my weight gain in the mid-90's

I became enamored with mounds upon mounds of motley fruit snacks. Those gelatinous gemstones enchant me in the semblances of Shirley the Loon from Tiny Toon Adventures, Chuckie Finster from Rugrats, and other animated celebrities and allusions to childhood fun. Amid the illustrations affiliated with fun and every renowned cartoon character under its Saturday morning sun, there are images of fruit to depict multifarious flavors. I did not realize that those treats in which I beg my parents to buy contain sugar, namely cane and high-fructose corn syrup. If I were knowledgeable about good nutrition back then or earlier, I would have slimmed down by eating an apple in lieu of a packet of Fruit Gushers.

Did i really think that Tick-Tock Diner was THAT bad for my ticker when I was little?

However, the preference of the cuisine did not merely contribute to my fattiness during my childhood. I fell in love with dining out in fast food stops and eateries in my native northern New Jersey, because of the propinquity of them to my house. The titanic portions did not fail to entice me and keep me coming back for more tantalizing, high-caloric food. School contributed to the course of my growing girth in the 90's because I could neither resist the taste of the cafeteria's macaroni and cheese nor other dishes that tasted profoundly good. In fact, I became infatuated with high-calorie, fat-laden treats.

When I was a tot, I thought that this is better than exercise.

I used to be a regular spectator of the box -- the television set. I did not notice how fat I was growing when I watched Furrball chase Sweetie Pie during and episode from Tiny Toon Adventures or zone out in front of Emeril Lagasse's “bams” on the first mid 90's incarnations of The Essence of Emeril. I was big on Nickelodeon and (what the other channel was formerly called) TV Food Network (and I grew bigger as I watched them daily) because I have an affinity towards the medley of verbal and slapstick humor in cartoons. Thanks to the various VCR sets besides every television screen, I could watch Don Bluth career years of animated films and other children's videos (not to become obese). Simply put, television contributed to my elephantine appearance as a child.

Pokemon gave me more than a Bulba-sore-eye back when I was young.

I did not notice my weight problem until my first combination (ballet and tap) class in 1994, when I was almost five years old. I could not touch my toes, balance on my abdomen, or do 32 leg kicks when my classmates and I proceeded with the warm-ups on the mat. A few years later, the burden of my weight gradually became cumbersome when Coach Rosemary made us walk a mile! Despite the weekly dance classes received from my aging dance instructor, I was breathless when the activity was through. The same is true in elementary school, especially in fifth grade. I could not basically keep up with the loads of my female peers because I perceive myself as the heaviest of all the girls in Mrs. Browning's class. The reason why I was so heavy is because of the nationally ubiquitous Pokemon craze. Sedentary attributes aside, my infatuation with Pikachu and the like is so potent that I should have allotted at least an hour of physical activity instead of occupying myself with that hobby – video games. The Internet contributed to my weight gain, besides prompting me to get a few “C's” here and there in eighth grade.

Until now, I thought that I should wear leotards and tights and go to the gym to exercise.

Since I recently joined a women's health club, ate right, and carved out an hour of physical activity per day, I lost over 25 pounds. With the exception of road trips, Carnival Cruises, and other special occasions, I seldom eat out. Thanks to amended lifestyles, such as drinking water in place of Coke, I felt a rebirth in my wellness and image. Compared to myself in the 90's, I am about 30 BMI, since I am moving down towards the overweight range.. Most of my childhood memories, such as the halcyon days of kids‘ meals and a days worth of television, are better left in the 1990s.