Hmmm…I am not too excited about this whole “removing bits of the tounge” thing. Also the hot sauce thing sounds only marginally better. Just as painful only less scabbing.
I suppose I will just be a supertaster forever then.
I think I’m kinda late to this party, but I’ll post anyway. Hope it doesn’t get lost. And I also would like to thank Bump for his post. His situation sounds similar.
I’m fortunate enough to have a huge frame so it looks like I weigh about 50-70 pounds less than I do. This is not my personal assessment but rather my experience is people DRASTICALLY underestimate how much I weigh. But right now I’m sitting about 295 pounds, overweight by about 80-100 pounds.
My height/weight puts me as “morbidly obese” but I honestly don’t feel it. I ain’t running a marathon any time soon, but I have more than enough energy to get done what I need done. Honestly if I were to drop to the 180 that would be my “ideal weight” I don’t think I would feel comfortable. That’s just sounds way too small. I’d be more than happy dropping to around 220.
Basically yes. It’s easy to think of being overweight as “abnormal” if you weren’t and then BECAME overweight. I’ve always been overweight, so how can I be “very depressed” or “extremely unhappy?” That’s all I’ve ever known. I don’t know how unhappy it is to be overweight, because I’ve never known what it’s like to be thin.
With that being SAID though, weight is part of a larger problem for me. I can never understand, do I use weight as a scapegoat for other shortcomings or is my weight the CAUSE of other shortcomings. I FEEL like I have no problem with it. I don’t FEEL like I lack confidence or social skills (hell talking to random people and getting them to like me is my JOB), but maybe I do on some subconscious level that seems to not translate into my social life.
I tried to lose it before, started out pretty well too. Went to the gym 2-3 times a week. By the end of the first month alone I was able to spend almost 3X as long on the elliptical as I was at the beginning before getting tired. I was also making lots of progress lifting weights. I also started playing golf again.
But like usual, life gets in the way. I was moved to graveyards at work so I slept through the day. The only food availible to me at 4AM is Jack-In-The-Box. This was the end of my golfing membership and no gym had a schedule that fit mine so I fell back into the routine.
I can see that. My problem, my vice, is smoking. In a couple of weeks, hopefully I’ll be done with it (again). Smoking is a very real health risk, but if I don’t want people to know I smoke, I don’t smoke. It is easy to hide. It’s not like everyone can see my tar encrusted lungs.
I don’t have a weight problem, so it is easy for me to say “why don’t you just eat less and exercise more?”. But on the same token, I ask myself why don’t I just put down the cigarettes. Quitting should be easy, just don’t buy anymore. But the mind is a tricky thing and will convince you that you need to indulge in your vice no matter what the consequences.
Yep. As I mentioned upthread, my friend and I have discussed our respective addictions (alcohol/drugs and food) and the behaviors and symptoms are very similar. I can’t see why he needs to pick up alcohol and drugs and I’m sure he can’t see why I have to pick up food, but I think we can still empathize.
Fatness is a blow to a man’s masculinity too. The message inferred from his body is that he lacks self control. If a man can’t control himself, how can he control other things? You don’t see many obese CEO’s in business. Fatness also feminizes a man’s body, giving him full breasts, broad hips, large buttocks.
I’m only about 70lbs overweight and I pretty much look like my brother and father, we all have the same frame, except I have a rounded face, a beer belly and the man-boobies. I don’t mind the round face because it has always been more round than my brother and fathers faces. I don’t mind the beer belly. I do drink a lot of beer and everyone knows it so it is sort of expected.
The one thing I really do not like is the moobies. They are the only part of me that I am embarrassed about.
I’ve been fat since I was… about 9? Definitely pre-puberty. Not very morbidly obese but obese. I’m 6’ 2" and hit 264. I’ve been losing weight steadily for a while for the wrongest reasons ( apparently it is actually called “The Divorce Diet” … which is both sad and humorous. 
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I have almost always been heavy, with brief bouts of just being pudgy. Until this latest major trauma, food has equalled comfort in my mind. No clue why, but I cannot unwind the programming.
Now? I’ve no appetite which is very much not me. Hope the appetite stays away so I dont’ feel as though I’m living underwater, which is how I always feel.
Having said that, I relate to the comments up there about how losing weight felt alien.
Nothing feels right, methinks.
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