#101 ·
wearycobra252 said:First off, major props to your friend.👍 Second thing, though—your friend hit a stage where he was so heavy he couldn't move. That means he was pretty far gone, and something definitely led him to that point. It wasn't just "eating kale." When you lose the ability to live a normal life, that's usually a massive wake-up call that forces a change. And before he got there, he was likely miserable being that size, probably dealing with judgment from people like you who looked at him like some kind of spectacle. So many overweight people are trying. They stumble, they lose their way, or maybe they just haven't hit that breaking point where their weight makes daily life impossible yet. Are they somehow less worthy than your friend because he managed to pull through?
And where did you get the idea that everyone posting here is fat? I mean, personally, I'm not. Well, okay, I've been fighting my weight my whole life. I gain weight incredibly fast, I have a massive appetite, and food is my comfort zone. But still, I watch what I eat, I track my meals (sweets used to be my big vice, but I'm making great progress there), and I work out regularly... and despite all that, I slip up all the time. A couple of years ago, I put on ten pounds just because I let things slide—skipped the gym and my walks because college finals were piling up, and I started stress-eating. But I got back on track, and I know this battle is going to be with me forever. So, for someone like me, who's been careful since I was ten years old, who has full family support (my dad was basically a drill sergeant about it) ensuring we cook healthy meals, and who actually understands the fundamentals of nutrition and exercise... it's still incredibly hard. So how does it feel for someone who hits 30 and suddenly realizes they need a change? Someone who has a habit and an actual craving for greasy takeout and soda? That person has to overhaul their entire existence! Can you even begin to wrap your head around how difficult that is???
Look, just walk me through the logic here—seriously, explain it to me!! Why is it always so much easier to grab a snack than to actually lace up my sneakers and go for a walk? Please, someone, why does it work like that??