I think all of you who make replies with “get off the couch and do something” are going to be eating your words (along with a few too many Fudgesicles).
I was once skinny. I mean, underweight skinny. Nothing bad, but I never gave it a second thought. I took it for granted.
Then I turned 21. Three things happened. I lost my childhood metabolism (which happens to a LOT of people), I developed a hyperthyroid condition, and I began taking a medicine cabinet full of medications for various things, and over the time of finding the “right” med, I was on several with weight gain as a side effect.
In less than a year, I ballooned to become overweight. I hardly recognize pictures of me from a few years ago. I mean, I’m not obese, but I have a belly and my face is pudgy and my ass is big. I eat pretty healthy, I get regular exercise (not having a car does that to you). I hate sweets and sugars and Coke and stuff now. But between my metabolism slowdown, a physical condition, and side effects of meds, I’m now officially overweight. I never gorged on piles of junkfood. I never sat on my couch eating 5 meals a day. At most, I ate a Mexican meal once a day and had a lemonade.
Don’t take it for granted that if you’re skinny, it is because of merit, and if you are overweight, it is your fault. One day, something can happen to you that changes everything, and there may not be much you can do about it. I used to think that my high metabolism would last forever. I used to laugh at jokes about overweight people. Not anymore.
You have to remember that for some people, yes, it is a result of bad choices and poor health. For other people, it is a disease, a side effect, or genetics. For some people, it can be a physical condition. A mental disorder. A body malfunction.
Don’t start throwing around judgements about people based on your presumptions.
Further, it is easier for some people to lose weight than others. Part of it depends on how you gained the weight. If you have a thyroid problem, you aren’t going to be able to go on Atkins and jog 2 miles every day and start dropping pounds. If you have a mental disorder, you probably have to take care of that before you can start working on your body, and that can be a very hard thing to do.
I’ve finally found the right balance of medications, have a good diet, and I’m continuing my daily long walks to and from, of all places, the hospital. I stopped gaining weight a few months ago, and I’ve been slowly eating away at it, but it is a god damn hard fight. Maybe not nearly as hard as fighting alcoholism, but it is in the same ballpark.