Super Criticize Me

 


So before I get into a controversial subject let me tell you about me and food. I love it. My body has seen more scales than the Flight of the Bumblebee. I'm 5'10". I have weighed as little as 118 pounds to a lot, lot more. Just to share one wretched incident, on a blind date the fellow asked me if I played football. Fat shaming is not necessary because we fatties know when we are fat. We also know being heavy is not healthy. I could lose a few pounds now because I feel it in my knees and sound like my father when he groaned as he stood up. Fat people have been in the news lately because Pete Hegseth and Dr. Oz have called them out, and I have to confess, they ain't wrong. Our National Guard should not be morbidly obese. More Americans are being diagnosed with diabetes two because of the highly processed crap we ingest. I could accumulate a nice plate of French fries for every time I heard an overweight person exclaim they are very happy with the extra pounds. And in my head I think, "No you're not. You. Are. Not." Remember as you read this, I've been there, done that. I've had times in my life when I would eat one hot dog a day, then wonder why I felt like passing out. I've also had moments where I've eaten an entire bag of Reese's peanut butter cups washed down with cream soda, followed by chips to even out the sweetness, then was sickened by my lack of restraint. If you prefer to be on the fat side, great- but do not expect the world to enable you like a certain influencer in the news who is demanding the world make life easier for her. She is not fifty, sixty or even one hundred pounds overweight but one who weighs in the area of 500 pounds. This is a woman who claims the world is discriminating against obese people while she speaks with a breathing tube up her nose. She wants airlines to make toilet seats bigger and no extra charge for the needed second seat. Instead of facing the reality that she is risking her health she wants to be accommodated for her poor decisions. 

There are people who have genuine disabilities. Stuffing oneself with massive amounts of food is not a disability. The world should not and need not cater to your addiction. Many, many people have experienced trauma in their lives. Some cope by smoking, drinking, eating and carrying around iguanas and chickens for emotional support. Enough already, people. Stop expecting the world to revolve around you. Instead of bitching about my wonky knees I stick my feet in an under the desk bike and pedal for twenty minutes. I have a pair of five pound weights on my coffee table. I haven't had sugar in over three months and I feel terrific. I will never eat another peanut butter cup in my life and that makes me a little sad, but I can breathe without a tube, walk without a rollator and sit on a toilet without worrying I might break it.

This is tough love. I want you to live another day. I want you to grow up, be realistic, and know you can do it. The only person who can change your life for the better is you. I'm rooting for you. 

Comments

Berthold Gambrel said…
Agree 100%. Well said.
October 18, 2025 at 7:15 AM
ex-ferrer said…
I get sad when I see young people who are overweight. They are supposed to have the youth and stamina to exercise and not get there in the first place. Middle age changes most bodies and minds, and the tendency is to get the fuckits, something young people shouldn't have. Men and women of a certain age, I get that. The incentive to exercise really wanes when you are in the comfort zone of a marriage or realize that love-wise, this is as good as it gets if you are single. So, fuckit. In my case I always ran thin, so I could eat whatever I wanted with no fear of getting fat. That doesn't necessarily last forever though. I got up to 205. That's not bad for a guy who is 6'2" if he's an athlete. I'm not an athlete though. I had to worry about moobs and a belly all of a sudden. So, I did the smart thing and started smoking again. Now, I'm not RFK Jr. so I'm not going to tell people to do that, but it kinda worked. Google had told me that at my age and height I should be 180. I'm at 185 and pretty much stay there. I do favor sweets and so diabetes can certainly be a concern, so I try to moderate and walk whenever I should. We do what we can and try to do our best.
October 18, 2025 at 9:34 AM
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