It’s hard for me to feel sympathy for morbidly obese people.
It honestly disgusts me.
It only bothers me, however, when you have to get a motorized cart to shop around at Walmart.
THAT pisses me off.
I don’t have anything against fat people, however.
But that level of fat that prevents mobility is infuriating…
I don’t feel sorry for those people who are the product of their own life decisions…
The fleeting happiness from food is depressing.
It’s also depressing that one man could derive as much pleasure from food as I do…
- constantly posts pics of Marilyn Monroe and talks about “healthy” body weights; how modern models (not to be confused with the History channel show) aren’t at healthy body weights (as if “health” is the ultimate goal here), but at the same time will preach that “big is beautiful”, which is, essentially, a message of putting one’s subjective view of “beauty” over health…
In other words: putting their view of vanity above health.
Good ol’ hypocrisy…
It’s just plain ol’ goddamn fat acceptance, really.
I just got WAY too excited about the fact that I remembered I had cheddar cheese dip that I bought last week for the chips that I just now bought.
I swear to God, endorphins fired in my brain, I smiled a real smile with happiness emotions from my brain behind it, I lifted my arms in real jubilation, and I said “YES!” GENUINELY, in a squeaky voice.
I love food.
I’m going to be a fat ass.
Hopefully it kills me while I’m happy and I can be like every comedian ever throughout history 😀
I just remembered after eating the cheese that I was disappointed with it the first time that I ate it, because it wasn’t spicy (I thought jalepeno would be too hot).
Food is just a roller coaster
March 4, 2014.