You guys are going to write off every word of this as "rationalization", but I'm going to post it any way. If I only convince one person, blahblahblah...
Quote:
Originally Posted by steelersdmw1
if you want to write down a list of your weekly diet I can show you why you're a fatty.
No kidding. ANYBODY could do that. What I need you to do is to look at my list and tell me WHY I'm eating those sorts of foods, and that much of them.
Most of you seem to think I'm over-indulging myself. Two sandwiches for lunch? Why not stop at one? Better yet, why not have a salad?
YOU DON'T THINK I'VE
TRIED THAT??? And by that I don't mean, "You don't think I tried that one day?", but rather I mean, "You don't think I've slavishly devoted large chunks of my life to that notion???" When I give up, walk away, and say, "That doesn't work for me," you think, "Why not? It works for the rest of us!" Well, obviously that's wrong--if it were correct, I'd be the only fat man on earth! It DOESN'T work for the rest of you, it only works for MOST of you.
Here's what happens when I have a salad for lunch, or some grapefruit for breakfast: I eat the whole thing, I look at the empty bowl, and I think to myself, "I am just as hungry right now as I was before I took a bite of that thing. In fact, I might even be hungrier, now that my palette has been tickled. It still feels like I haven't eaten a thing since my last meal."
I wish this wasn't the case. I wish it didn't feel that way. I wish I could put down my napkin and say, "Ah, that hit the spot!", but it doesn't. I go back to work after such a lunch, and I spend the rest of the day looking forward to dinner. It's all I can think about, the same way you would feel if you had skipped lunch.
You guys who eat healthy: do you feel that way after eating a meal? If you don't, then let me be the guy who introduces you to the idea that we don't all react to food the same way.
Other quick hits, most I've posted before:
--THE US ARMY COULDN'T GET ME BELOW 200 POUNDS! 16 months of extra PT, nonstop running (now my knees are in a shambles from trying to conform to what you guys expect, I've already advised my overweight son to NEVER take up jogging), every meal supervised by a sergeant, nutrition counseling, no fast food because I didn't have a car and lived in the barracks and ate in the chow hall. I'd go to bed so hungry that I'd cry, night after night after night. Being that hungry all the time is no way to live. I don't mean hungry like, "Boy, I could go for a Snickers bar right now," but rather I mean, "It feels like I haven't eaten in three days, it HURTS." Just about none of you would feel that hungry if you ate what I ate during that time in my life, but guess what? We're all not the same! We're all different heights, different colors, different personalities...do you know how ridiculous you guys sound when you insist that we should all have the same build and be the same weight? My God, stop listening to the party line, and open your eyes and look around you!
--I have three kids, and although they all eat the same foods and get equal amounts of exercise, one of them is fat. My parents had four kids, and one of them is fat. My Uncle Jimmy had three kids, and one of them is fat. My grandparents had two kids, and one of them is fat. Anyone see a pattern here? Did I descend from a long line of lazy people? Oh, and my mother's family is Italian. Think that matters any? Ever watch The Sopranos?
--I have a sister who's never weighed more than 99 pounds in her life. She eats nothing but crap food, pizza and cheeseburgers, but she's fine with tiny portions. She's not depriving herself of anything. Does this not demonstrate that we're all different? Or that there's some wackiness going on in this regard in my family tree?
Quote:
Originally Posted by crashjr
He is still a douchebag for taking pleasure in our fear of getting stuck next to some dude with fat rolls hanging over the armrest and coming into contact with us during a cross country flight.
I was joking about the "taking pleasure" part. I assure you, there's nothing pleasurable at all for guys like me when it's time to board an airplane. It keeps me from visiting my mother nearly as often as I should.
Quote:
Originally Posted by steelersdmw1
It makes it worse that he's done it before being that just means he mentally chooses to be a fat. Look at JP OSU, that is ****ing impressive and proves that even the most obese can turn it around if they are mentally strong. He's just weak mentally and won't take responsibility for himself.
See the part above where I'd be so hungry that I'd cry myself to sleep, and tell me again about me being mentally weak?
I'm dying to ask you this: since I made the choice still feel hungry after eating more than you would eat in one sitting, do gay people choose to be gay? Is there a mental weakness there? Because we're all supposed to be the same, amirite?
Quote:
Originally Posted by mullen
If I recall correctly from another thread, breakfast was an omelette, bacon, and toast w butter, while lunch was 2 sandwiches with cheese/mayo and chips. I can't remember dinner but it obviously doesn't matter.
Wow, nice call, that was from a few years ago. I'm pretty sure I had cut out the cheese by then, though. Now I'm older, and I'm down to one sandwich for lunch, but breakfast is still the same (it's not always bacon, I rotate in ham and sausage).
Quote:
Originally Posted by steelersdmw1
Obese people have to be the most delusional people in the world. I love the logic flaw where the lady in the article just casually throws in fatasses with tall people and the disabled. Listen lady, Steven Hawking didn't choose to be in a wheelchair and that guy who's 6'6 didn't eat his way there, but you just couldn't turn down the holiday special at hometown buffet which is way your fat bulges over the armrest. LOLOL
This is the thinking that gets me steamed. I started jogging when I was ELEVEN. How many eleven-year-olds do you know who regularly jog? I had to cut weight for Pop Warner football at ELEVEN. I was a very active kid, we didn't have computers and video games yet, we went outside EVERY DAY, even in winter. There was no fast food in my life until I got my drivers license at 16, and was already getting mentioned in the high school yearbook as one of the fatties.
I promise I've put more time and energy into losing weight, lifetime, than you've ever put into anything, and I'm here to tell you guys, it's not a rationalization: We weren't all meant to weigh 174 pounds. Life is never as simple as that.
EDIT TO ADD: My new Pakistani roommate came into the kitchen recently and found me eating a tuna sandwich, glass of water, and chips. He told me, "You don't eat like I thought you'd eat." I guess one look at me has people looking for the stacks of empty pizza boxes...
Last edited by youtalkfunny; 06-19-2012 at 07:43 PM.