Re: i don't know what to do

Hey dude, forget all the hype and BS about "owning" or "affirming" your illness. These are just pathetic "positive" slants on a negative problem, perpetuated by fraudsters and other weak willed fatties, who like nothing better than to sit around empty Big Mac wrappers and bemoan their "problems". UNDERSTAND, YOU GOT NO "illness" chubster, just a weak mind, fat ass and a propensity to make excuses. I can say this cause I was once a 6foot 350lb tub-o-lard. The moment i realised what a sad bag-o-sh I was, was the moment I made a wholesale change and now am one of the sexy people. And its hard...damn hard to stay in shape...but its harder enduring peoples well deserved despite and disgust. Forget all the deep and serious ills of obesity, they're well documented, instead lets be vacuous and shallow. Dude, you ain't gonna get no trim if your ass has its own postcode or your gut could double as a billboard. You'll have no friends, or worse, only fat loser friends -which guarantees a downward spiral into contemptitude(my own word and am mighty proud of it too). But most importantly: YOU'LL GET NO TRIM... Or worse, you'll settle for some fat-trim that Japanese whaling ships try to harpoon every time it goes near water. Don't get cut...just cut the self pity and the food. Remember that other people will hate you FAR more for being fat, than you could ever hate yourself. Put the twinky down and do some push ups...NOW. Tweet