Very large whiners! I have been reading a true mothers confessions website lately, and hooo boy, some of those women make me feel a little angry. Mostly it's the morbid obesity that upsets me. Things like "I'm 300 pounds but right now I'm stuffing my face with ice cream out of the container. Why can't I stop eating like this?"
First of all, the question itself just irritates the bejeezus out of me. Why can't I stop eating like this?! That sort of thinking just prompts you to FIND a reason why you can't; you'll take emotional trauma, addiction, depression - anything you can get. When, really, you just need to decide to change. We only get one life, folks! Don't spend it feeling horrible!
300 pounds is about 136kg, and for your average height woman - even for your above-average height woman - that's pretty gosh darned fat. It's not even ON the Body Mass Index charts I peeped at just now. And there's almost always no excuse. Oh, they make excuses. No time to go to the gym, no money to go to the gym, no gym nearby and they don't have a car...
Why this obsession with the gym, ladies (and gents)?
I HATE the gym and refuse to go, ever. I'd rather stitch my feet together and eat a fliesburger with a side of flies. And yet I don't weigh 136 kg (admittedly you won't find me stuffing my face with ice cream, either).
Last night when I finished work, I changed into comfortable clothes, put a sun hat and sunglasses on, and rode my bike for an hour and a half down the river, up into town and back through on a nice bike trail with the sunset. It cost me, oh, approximately nothing.
It was a marvellous time, and I could go as fast or slow as I liked, wasn't watched by dozens of people, didn't have to buy expensive gear to look acceptable, wait for machines, shower in a big changing room, or schedule it so that I was in time for any stupid classes. I got some great aerobic exercise, fresh air, scenery, and I met people, too - I talked with seven human beings, including two pretty men, and three wuffling dogs.
You know what I also like doing?
Walking. Also walking quickly, and walking slowly. All are pretty nice. And they keep me healthy without any effort or expense at all. That's the thing, eh? Women posting on that site are almost certainly mothers, and by being so morbidly obese they are voluntarily robbing their kids of several years of having their mum around (not to mention money that could be spent on education going on food). Same goes for big fat dads, too, don't forget. Being dangerously big is, well, dangerous, and does you damage every day.
If you don't mind being horribly huge, sweet. Just don't fucking WHINE about it. If you DO mind it, do something about it. There's not a lot involved in losing excess weight or in not getting morbidly obese in the first place.
Eat less crap, eat more healthy food (you have the internet and can look up recipes so don't tell me you can't cook properly), and get up off your botty.Okay?
Right then.
p.s. you can do it!!
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Here is my confession: The pic of the big woman eating a cake disgusted me. When I see big ass people lined up at a buffet, or a man with a belly hanging over his belt so he can't see his shoes, or women who have to walk funny or have smashed flat feet and heels and turned out ankles from all the extra weight, I get grossed out.
And I feel bad about it, because I try not to be prejudiced of anything except white trash. Whenever I tell people I feel yucky about obese people and say, "It's not their fault," the other person always assures me that yes it is. Seriously, I wish people would eat less meat.
And I live in America, the best and worst place for fatspotting. :(
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