So while they are happier than pigs in shit when they finish a workout, they will have started getting a bit tetchy by the time they have dried off from their shower.

Instead, VA seems to have her hand on The Button, eh?

If we have to believe that all fat people are miserable deep inside, don’t we also have to believe that all “personal best” athletes are The Picture of All That is Happy? Can we call VA a liar? If fat people are all scarfing doughnuts, then aren’t all skinny athletic people awash in happy-making endorphins?

Huh?

HUH?

I just wonder why people who ordinarily couldn’t care less about helping out big businesses suddenly start caring about the huge pharmaceutical companies and HMOs when fat people are up for discussion. Why don’t they just admit they don’t like fat people?

“”When you have a first-rate medical system that can cure the diseases that obesity promotes, you no longer need to worry so much about being obese,” he told AFP.”

Yeah right. That’s how it happens – fat people go to the doctor when they have a health complaint and the doctor examines and cures them of it. They don’t just say “Lose weight and it will go away” and etc. etc. etc. I think we all know the reality of that ridiculous statement.

“English has opted to join a growing number of Americans who have gastric bypass surgery — hailed in Finkelstein’s book as “the best-known treatment for severe obesity.”

Surprise, surprise, the guy promoting all the misinformation HAILS gastric bypass/digestive system mutilation as the best treatment for obesity.

“I have a higher risk of developing diabetes or hypertension if I don’t have the surgery,” English said.”

Sad. She is going to let them amputate her stomach because she *might, theoretically* get diabetes or high blood pressure (neither of which are untreatable, and both of which affect people of all weights) and no one has informed her of the problems she is *guaranteed* to get if she has it. Such as malnutrition. Not to mention the risk of death (in the short or long term) and all manner of other nifty problems. It’s tragic that this drastic plastic surgery has become so very common.

As to the unbelievably strict parents and food, well put me on that list. I was restricted in a variety of ways for a variety of reasons – not because I’d get fat, but because candy would rot my teeth (they rotted anyway; that’s another one of those genetic things they pretend you can prevent) and because she has this obsessive thing about her kitchen and about control and about food. She made enough food for dinner but it was almost all so tasteless and dry and awful that I never filled up on it. I was scrawny, hungry, pale and undernourished through my childhood. Then when I ended up somewhere where I could actually eat if I wanted to, could actually go into the kitchen and fix myself something if I felt like it, I would sit there every night and eat half a pan of brownies and half a bag of pretzels. I didn’t get fat then (mostly just went up to a normal weight) but I certainly had food issues. Then came years of yoyo dieting that certainly affected my metabolism. What a crazy cycle.

I didn’t obsess with food with my children, except for sometimes when they were little having to push them to eat their dinners. They’re both thin (though my daughter fluctuates a bit) but the real point is that they do not have eating disorders or major food issues. The person who wrote the hideous thing in the OP is just begging for (and he will get) kids who have major issues with food all their lives – from anorexia or bulimia to binge/compulsive overeating and anything else you can think of. I feel very sorry for them. There are ways of keeping your children on healthy diets without being an obsessive, control freak asshole.

To this day, if there are snacks in the office, I struggle to just have “one” of anything. I decide I want to have a donut? I will eat one, and then absolutely crave another, and sometimes want to sneak it. I don’t. Frequently, I don’t even eat the donut, because I don’t actually want to eat it – I just want it because I believe I shouldn’t, I believe that it is a guilty pleasure.

I don’t blame my mom for this – she was doing what she thought was best and she meant well, and in the end, she did a good job teaching me what was good and what was bad. And she cared about me – not because she was worried about me being the fat kid, but because she didn’t want to see me go through what she did.

http://www.theage.com.au/news/national/overweight-women-surrender-to-obesity/2008/01/13/1200159277524.html

(I didn’t know where else to tell about this)

It’s really frustrating how this sort of crap has been coming up over the last couple of months here. GAH!

My brother’s second son is very much his child. In fact, the little one is the spitting image of my father at that age: if you hold up pictures of them at similar ages you can’t tell who’s who. The little one is stocky and strong, and can shove over his 4-years-older brother without blinking. He follows the same sugarfree diet as his brother, just to make it easier on my sister in law and to curb squabbling. Yet the little one weighs nearly what the older one weighs–and he’s half his brother’s age. They eat the same things, they play the same games, they get the same activities. That’s genetics, right there.

I saw these two little boys and forgave myself for my body. The fact is that I am heavy and strong and have bones of steel, and that’s just the way my body is supposed to be. I am very much my father’s child–people who have never seen me before say, “oh, you’re ’s daughter, aren’t you?” and there’s nothing I can do about it. So I pursue my goals of dancing and cycling and running a triathlon, and work with what I am. There’s a concept.

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3ws.violentacres.com/archives/18/duh

3ws.violentacres.com/archives/40/retard-genocide

Srsly. “But then I remembered how much I fucking hate retarded people.” V’s a special snowflake alright.