I love Seven jeans. They are cut bigger in the hip, butt and thighs, a bit smaller in the waist. I couldn’t have them though, because I am big and these jeans were for thin women.
Well! Turns out, they decided to make a line for Lane Bryant, I store that I usually loathe, but I love them for having these jeans in big sizes.
The second my best friend found out I had a pair, she said, “Great. Now I can’t buy Sevens anymore. They are fat girl jeans!”
So, I wouldn’t be surprised that fashion designers don’t want to see their brand on big women.
I’ve never said “Lose weight, fattie” to anyone, but when people complain about their weight to me, I ask them what they’re doing to correct it. This usually leads to the person not complaining about their weight to me anymore.
I don’t want to preach to you, but I want to say one more thing. It is great to have the option of swimming (or just playing in a heated pool in the middle of winter), taking various classes and taking advantage of facilities that you don’t have at home. However, as a time strapped parent, I have never found lasting success in relying on the need to travel to a separate location to encourage my family’s fitness on a day-to-day basis.
Putting a healthy meal in the crockpot in the morning or a programmable food steamer (this 3 compartment side-by-side oneis great) and allowing yourself and your child a healthy snack on your commute home would allow you and family to get in an early evening walk. It is also a great, great stress reliever. There is no rushing to get food on the table, and if you know dinner is waiting for you and will be tasty, it is so very easy to bypass the fast food places. (Plus if you’re cheap like me, you’ll be like “hell no, I’m not paying an extra $20 for dinner when there is perfectly good food at home!”)
For my family, the best time to take our walk is before eating dinner. We grab a granola bar or some grapes and take a stroll around the block while dinner finishes. As a parent, this is a great time to listen to your child talk about their day while it’s still fresh in their mind, it’s a great way for everyone to destress a little bit and it’s exercise and fresh air (which helps everyone sleep better, and a good night’s sleep is the number one thing that helps to control my eating impulses during the day). But the two most important benefits, I’ve found, is that it prevents the inertia that is so easy to succumb to once you’ve gotten home and have a full belly, plus the late snack & exercise helps to curb the appetite and enable you to make better decisions at dinner.
Granted, between girl scouts, the pta, various school activities and other random errands that pop-up, we don’t get to do this every day. But it really, really helps when we do.
Which takes care of the annoyance of hearing someone complain but not doing anything about it, but doesn’t rid of us of the Fatty Problem. Which I thought was the main gripe being discussed.
When I’m back home with my friends, I eat and drink the same things my buddies do - like I said, I love pub grub, and I love beer (and by beer, I do not mean MGD/Bud/Coors/other random pisswater).
Invariably someone will ask me ‘what my secret is’ to staying thin. And they are very interested in hearing what that secret is - everyone will hush up a bit, and lean in to hear.
And when I mention that there is no secret, it’s just eating in moderate portions and getting in a bit of exercise, everyones’ eyes start to glaze over. Next thing you know people are talking about how ‘they had membership at a gym once but it was too crowded, and you know how hard it is to find the time, and my back pain really keeps me from doing as much as I’d like to’ etc etc etc.
I swear these conversations are liked recorded and replayed, word-for-word…
I second grayhairedmomma - having to go to another location to exercise, either before or after work, simply isn’t going to work for 99% of people. In fact, that’s how gyms make their money: they KNOW that people will sign up and not show up after three months. If even 50% of all members showed up even three times a week, I suspect gyms would be so crowded there would be waiting lines to get into the changing rooms.
Walks are great; if you have a dog, family walks while taking the dog out is a perfect two birds/one stone solution. If you’re more of an in-house family, get a Wii and Wii Fit - it’ll be cheaper than the gym membership very quickly, and its a lot of fun. No, you won’t burn off loads and loads of sweat, but you -will- move around, kids love it, and you don’t have to leave your living room when it’s raining outside.
Probably not a real family-friendly solution, but indoor bike trainers are great. I have a Computrainer, which is a bit spendy but built like a tank, and there are loads of alternatives out there.
Just curious, when your friends start coming out with the excuses for why they couldn’t keep up with the gym, do you elaborate on the non-gym alternatives like you did in the second half of your post? Or do you just throw up your hands and assume they wouldn’t be interested in hearing about other strategies?
A lot of time, all someone is looking for a reassurance that they can do it in a manageable fashion. Had a conversation with my sister a while ago, when she was feeling bad because she wanted to get in shape but clearly felt overwhelmed by the prospect. She asked me about what I do and when I told her I run at the gym ~ 3 miles three times a week, she said with dismay that that would be too hard for her. Instead of shaking my head at her, I assured her that she didn’t have to do the same thing as me to get the same level of fitness. If she walked the same distance as I jog in no more than twice the time, essentially it would be the same thing.
Now she is a walking fool and is skinnier than me.
Have you never read a Doper “fat thread?” This thread has people busy telling us how their toddlers keep them from losing weight - don’t even need to go into genetics or thyroid issues. I have some sympathy, I had toddlers, life with todders in hard.
My overweight friends don’t say much about it either.
I’ve never found that when everyone ignores your problems, it encourage you to deal with them. Your experience may be different, but in my experience, people are willing to continue to exhibit the behavior they are comfortable with until forced to change.
I keep posting this in the weight loss threads - anything you do is better than sitting on the couch. You don’t have to join a gym or get a trainer or go to classes and spend money - just walk out your front door and go to Safeway to buy a loaf of bread. Walk around your block once. When that gets easy, do it twice, and keep on going. I think people just want the magic bullet - telling them that counting calories and exercising regularly (i.e. walking) just isn’t sexy enough.
I used to discuss the various alternatives, sure - walks after dinner / Wii / bike trainer or treadmills at home etc. I invariably get some variant of the ‘I don’t have time’ reply. Which, of course, is said by someone who spends three nights in week in a bar :smack:
So, yeah, now I do tend to just throw up my hands. Or just throw up.
Granted, making time is tough, especially at first. It’s not just -finding- time; until it becomes a habit or routine, you have to specifically make time for it (i.e., move something else out of your schedule). It gets a lot easier when it is simply a part of your weekly routine, like bowling night on Thursdays or something.
Part of me thinks the ‘willpower’ part isn’t all about just resisting the temptation of sweet/fatty foods; it also includes the willpower to adjust your lifestyle so it doesn’t revolve around TV & junk food in the evenings, or bars, beer, and greasy food, etc.
Having never met the woman, I have to say your friend sounds like kind of a twat. Was she being hilarious or what?
FWIW, I still love Sevens (having a curvy booty that doesn’t work in Rockin’ Republics, or whatever) and if I saw a bigger girl rocking them, I would probably love them more.
I don’t recall encountering any actually fat people whining about their weight; only thin chicks who have body dysmorphia or, more likely, are fishing for compliments. I find this only slightly less annoying than chicks that use Halloween as an excuse to dress like tarts.
Yeah, but if I did that, then she would punch my boob every time I ripped on her. My best friend is AWESOME and she would never make a fat joke to anyone that she didn’t know totally embraced their big mama-hood. A friend would have to put in the 22 years that she put in with me to even begin to know my sense of humor as well as her. So, yeah. I loves my best friend to death.
ETA: She was only half-joking, by the way. She is slim and doesn’t love being big like I do at all. Love her anyways.
Brace yourselves for the WALL OF TEXT you are about to experience.
My apologies if it felt like I started this thread and then ran–I post almost exclusively from work, so I’m not on during the weekends, and I’m not posting when I’m busy, as I was the past two days. Rest assured: I will never abandon a thread I start (or even one I participate heavily in) without warning.
Is anyone else amused by how this thread is probably at least 50% about whether or not I’m hot and/or fat?
There’s a surcharge for that.
In related news, when are you going to get your aging surgery?
God damn, how retarded are you? I’m frustrated by fat people who don’t take responsibility for what they put into their mouths, and by fat people who whine about how they don’t like being fat, but refuse to take any steps towards losing weight. If you can find me bitching about something about myself I don’t like but not doing anything about it, *then *you can take me to task.
I’m six feet tall. IIRC, I’d need to weigh at least 175 to even begin to qualify as overweight (and obese is a ways further up the scale). The heaviest I’ve ever been is 170–when I start creeping up, that’s my cue to myself that I need to cut back on treats. Duh.
Yeah, or… I’d just cut back my food intake. Damn, this shit is so fucking complicated, I know, it’s easy to get confused.
A-fucking-men. Those things are abominations against both god and man. Cardboard would be more palatable.
People would do well to pay attention to this post.
It was a photo I had on hand, because it’s the only one I’ve posted to the board. Some retard made a predictable “OH YAH WELL I BET U WUDNT POST UR FOTO LOL” comment. I couldn’t care less what impression random internet strangers form of my looks from a photo, so I didn’t bother to take an hour to pick out the perfect outfit, style my hair, put on makeup, and pose for a series of photos so that I could select the very best one. Apparently this comes as a great shock to you, but I do not actually care what you think about how I look. Or, perhaps more accurately, it’s nice when people say nice things, but it doesn’t bother me when people say mean ones: I’ll always take a compliment, but insults slide right off, unless they’re actually something I’m self-conscious about.
We should make a drinking game.
No, I’m a better and more worthy human being because I take responsibility for my failings and because I don’t whine about things I don’t like about myself while making no effort to change them.
It’s so cute how you’d think I’d have any reaction from a come-on from you other than to laugh hysterically or vomit.
That’s what I was going for. Well, actually, the BAR, but that’s another site and another time. The general attitude is the same, though.
Jesus fuck, I take everything back. Everything. I love fatties. Fatties, come here! It’s okay, it’s not your fault! There’s a secret government conspiracy that’s making you fat!
Don’t you dare go bringing sense into this thread, mister. This thread is about annoyance at fatties.
Further: Do you imagine that taking in fewer calories than your body requires to maintain its current weight will not result in you losing fat?
It’s fine if you have different priorities. But don’t pretend like it’s anyone else’s fault, or that it’s not a choice you’re making. Don’t come whining to me about how you hate being fat if you’re not doing anything about it.
I like being a blunt asshole, at least in certain contexts. Fat people don’t like being fat. That’s the distinction.
I actually don’t excercise for shit these days. I’m terribly out of shape–but you won’t hear me bitching about it, because I realize it’s a result of the choices I make.
That’s what I was hoping for, personally. I’m just annoyed I missed out on actively participating in about 10 of the first 12 or 13 pages because work got busy.
See, and self-confident fat people don’t bother me (the ones who aren’t grotesquely obese, anyway). As long as you’re happy with who you are, it’s not as big (heh) of a problem. It’s when someone doesn’t like their weight, and whines about it, but doesn’t cut back on the eating and/or step up the exercise that I say GOD DAMN FATTY SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Wrong. I’ve dated a couple of fat guys, slept with one, and had crushes on a few more. Know what the big connecting thread was? Confidence. They didn’t complain about being fat. They were either happy with who they were or actively working to make themselves who they wanted to be. Which isn’t to say I’m specifically attracted to fat guys–all things being equal, I’d rather have a thin one–but that it’s not an auto-no, depending on how the guy sees himself.
Oh god, I really wish it were, just for the distinction of being the person who got you pissed off enough to use a word that got you permanently the hell off this forum.
Six pages of people talking about whether or not they’d fuck me, and **Lobsang ***still *hasn’t figured out I’m female?
Bingo. (Not that I’m not cognizant of the societal factors that influence obesity–food in American culture is incredibly fucked up–but (a) where’s the fun in pitting that? and (b) it does ultimately all come down to personal responsibility. Society and genetics can make it easier or harder, but at the end of the day, you’re the one making the decisions about what you eat and what kind of physical activity you engage in.
Yes. Duh?
I’m pretty sure the issue is “being a fucking retard for opening a thread in the Pit titled ‘Hey Fatties.’”
Wow. You dug up my old LJ (hah, I’d completely forgotten I’d linked that in my profile) and posted things from it here in an attempt to make fun of me? Could you be **any **more of a creeper?
Especially hilarious: You didn’t even look at the dates on the posts. Welcome to three years ago, moron.
Exactly.
I know they didn’t have these in your day, grandpa, but they’re called “tights.”
I laughed so hard I almost drooled.
Ahahaha, SA? Check facts?! Aaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha. Hahahahaha. Hahaha. Haha. Ha. Heh.
Ouch.
NOW I KNOW WHY YOU WON’T TOUCH ME AT NIGHT ANYMORE.
No I didn’t. **You **asked for a photo, and I gave you one. The whole “You must be this thin and/or attractive to post in this thread” is coming entirely from you, shitcock.
See, you get it. Why doesn’t tacoloco? (Seriously, where the fuck did that name come from? Did you just mash together the only two Spanish words you know? Look, I can do it, too–Sombrerolechuga! I made a name!)
Oh yeah, like a thread about fatties taking some personal responsibility is going to make it five seconds in GD before getting sent here, anyway. I just decided to cut to the chase and get to the fun stuff early.
Do you see me complaining about it anywhere? Nope.
See, this is the kind of stuff that makes people not take you seriously. Because most thin people aren’t thin by default. We’re thin because we work at it, whether it’s turning down the cupcake we really fucking want or walking to the grocery store instead of taking the car.
P.S. Holy shit your daughter is fucking adorable.
I wish someone would have explained this to me before I ended up stranded in Gary, Indiana for ten years.
Exactly! Free will is the best fucking news of all, but it’s also the scariest. Because (a) it means that we control our own lives, but (b) holy shit, it means that we control our own lives.
I think that’s really what it comes down to. No, it isn’t easy. But, yes, it really is that simple.
:dubious: According to whom? Consistently across the entire pregnancy? It seems weird to me that a 20-cell blastocyst would have the same caloric needs as a baby a week from delivery.
Go back and read it again. Nowhere do I say that I blamed my smoking on anyone but myself. Nowhere do I say that I wanted to quit and complained about how I hated smoking, but still kept smoking and didn’t do anything to try to quit.
I continued to smoke for as long as I wanted to smoke. Once I didn’t want to smoke anymore, I quit.
And *that *is the difference.
Don’t worry, MOL, I’m here for you. Shit got pretty fucking serious while I was gone, for which I apologize profusely.
Nail on the fucking head.
Of course it doesn’t work in a civil fucking society. You’ll note that I put this in the Pit. But just because being blunt to the point of rudeness doesn’t work *doesn’t *mean that you can’t get the same message across in a more polite fashion, especially to someone you’re close with. It just takes more effort.
Part of the problem is that, as **DragonAsh **observed, people don’t want their fattiness to be even partly their own fault. So *any *insinuation that what they really need to do is start paying more attention to the foods they eat, how much of them they eat, what kind of exercise they get, etc., comes off as a personal attack.
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WOOKINPANUB: If you haven’t encountered any fat people talking about how they dislike being fat and wish they could be thin, you probably don’t have many (any) fat friends, nor have you paid any attention in this thread. And if that last comment was directed at me, I’m not dressed like a tart, I’m dressed like a fucking horror movie victim, because I’m a big ol’ geek like that, and because I thought it would be stupidly easy (it wasn’t). The costume before *that *was Rorschach (and yes, this was before the film came out), which is about as anti-tart as you can get, and firmly blows a hole in your creepily misogynist theory.
NOW I KNOW WHY YOU WON’T TOUCH ME AT NIGHT ANYMORE.