You know, I am just really fucking sick and tired of this shit: “Fatties are fat because they eat nothing but pizzas and jelly doughnuts in enormous quantities while guzzling Big Gulps all day and lying around watching tee-vee, and they never walk farther than from the couch to the fridge and can’t climb a flight of stairs without wheezing.”
Fuck that noise. Take your overgeneralizing and shove it up your ass. Yes, I am fat (and therefore, although I am working to change my routine and have been losing weight, apparently not worthy of commenting because I’m such a fat lard), and I’ll tell you how I gained my weight. When I was in college, I had no car. I lived in town and walked or biked everywhere I needed to go. I had enough time in my schedule to do these things, and I also had leisure time in which to do them for fun. Exercise was built into my life out of necessity. I also didn’t have a huge food budget.
Now I live out in the sticks, where walking and biking to run errands is not feasible from either a time or distance standpoint. I have a sedentary job, working at home, and since my husband got downsized, I’ve been having to spend a LOT more time with my fat ass in this chair. (Going for a long bike ride does not help pay the bills.) I am capable of walking long distances and doing physical activities; I just generally don’t have time to do them. I recently had a fairly comprehensive medical exam, and all of my numbers were normal; my blood pressure has always been fine. We don’t generally keep junk food in the house, and when we do have something like cookies around, I don’t gorge on them. I’d call our diet semivegetarian, with almost no red meat. I will admit to eating more calories than I burn, but I would say it’s probably slightly larger portions of regular food at meals, rather than stuffing my face at all hours. I also tend to prefer things like alfredo sauce over tomato sauce on my pasta. I gained my ~70 pounds over about 10 years. That’s 7 pounds a year, rather a slow gain if you ask me. I certainly would be a lot fatter if I had been on the routine you seem to think I follow. I would say that my gain is not because I stuff my face with fat and sugar like a pig and lie around all day, but because my lifestyle has become too sedentary for the amount of fairly healthy food that I do eat.
I haven’t been to the gym all summer – not because I lost my precious “willpower,” but because my work schedule got the better of me and I have been working literally from dawn until bedtime to make all of my deadlines. I would have LOVED to go to the gym. But although I haven’t worked out, I have been able to take time for physical things like mowing our 2-acre lawn most of the summer, and last week I went on a 2-1/2 hour hike, with the first half-hour being nothing but climbing steep stone steps. The day before that, as I was finishing up the last hour of my work for the day, my legs were jiggling so much I could barely keep them still, I was itching so much to get out and MOVE. And while I haven’t lost more weight, I have remained steady at the weight I was at when I stopped going. I’m looking forward to returning to my gym routine, possibly next week, just as soon as I get my work schedule under control.
These are the REASONS I am fat – not “excuses” but reasons. Yes, it takes effort to lose weight, and some people have an easier time of it than others. My mother has been struggling for years, and I don’t think she’ll ever overcome it, for a variety of reasons (although lately she has renewed her efforts yet again). I’m having an easier time than she has, and some of you had an easier time than I am having. Well bully for you. We’re all different.
A while back, our esteemed zev steinhardt, who had been losing weight, described shopping for a new (smaller, but still large) belt and having someone (the CLERK, I believe) sneer at him for being so fat – not knowing that he was coming down in size.
Thanks to people on this board, I’m working on remembering that a child who’s acting up in public may have problems I don’t know about, and may actually be having a “good” day. Maybe other people could work on remembering that not every “fattie” you see is on his way to Krispy Kreme for another dozen, hmmm?