I'm sure they say it's a thyroid problem. They all say that.
They have no willpower or self control and make eating decisions like they are 5 years old.
In their defense, I eat like a 5 year old and am only like 10 lbs “overweight”. Blaming it ALL on genetics or whatever is a copout, but I’m willing to believe it can be a factor in fatness regardless of your diet and exercise.
You mean like when we were kids? And there was like 1 or 2 fat kids in our classes? Sure, I agree with that.
In their defense, I eat like a 5 year old and am only like 10 lbs “overweight”. Blaming it ALL on genetics or whatever is a copout, but I’m willing to believe it can be a factor in fatness regardless of your diet and exercise.
You mean like when we were kids? And there was like 1 or 2 fat kids in our classes? Sure, I agree with that.
If you can find them, look at the pictures of "fat" kids in your classes when you were in elementary school. They would seem slightly overweight by today's standards.
Bottom line is 99% of fat people eat like fucking pigs
MEW's assistant at work in Columbus was and still is huge. When she would go out to lunch with MEW, she would pick at a salad. She would tell MEW she eats healthy and has no idea why she can't lose weight.
One day they had to drive together for something, and MEW's car was getting some work done, so she asked her assistant if she could drive. The assistant hemmed and hawed and finally said okay. When they got to the car MEW had to clear a ton of fast food bags and wrappers from the passenger seat area.
In their defense, I eat like a 5 year old and am only like 10 lbs “overweight”. Blaming it ALL on genetics or whatever is a copout, but I’m willing to believe it can be a factor in fatness regardless of your diet and exercise.
Do you eat ice cream sundaes every night? Tons of soda and fast food? But like, 3 big Macs not one.
I eat candy virtually every day and ice cream prob weekly. I eat reasonably healthy meals normally, but I snack all the time. And not on like celery sticks and shit. I also drink like 800 calories a day.
I certainly eat more responsibly than people who go to McDonalds twice a day, so I obviously am not the people you’re talking about.
Also I’m typing this post while my kids wait for their airport Happy Meals, and I have a Coke in my hand. I ordered a Buffalo chicken wrap from D’Angelo FWIW.
I am taking that its more mental health than physical health. Like being happy with your body.
Anyway the first tub of shit you posted is called Callie Thorpe. She states this:
Once, she was walking in gym kit with her husband, Dan, and some men called her a “fat pig” because she dared to be in Lycra.
“It was an awful time. Now I’m able to handle that kind of abuse because ‘fat’ isn’t a harmful word to me any more. I want other women to feel comfortable to move their bodies, whatever their size.”
Bull. Shit. No one fucking said that to her. Not that captain soy would of done anything about it but still.
I am taking that its more mental health than physical health. Like being happy with your body.
Anyway the first tub of shit you posted is called Callie Thorpe. She states this:
Once, she was walking in gym kit with her husband, Dan, and some men called her a “fat pig” because she dared to be in Lycra.
“It was an awful time. Now I’m able to handle that kind of abuse because ‘fat’ isn’t a harmful word to me any more. I want other women to feel comfortable to move their bodies, whatever their size.”
Bull. Shit. No one fucking said that to her. Not that captain soy would of done anything about it but still.
Post by SouthernYokel on Apr 12, 2021 9:18:52 GMT -5
i kick the shit out of myself 6 days a week and then i sit on the floor to put a Wayfair table together and my upper back and shoulders are sore the next day. the fuck. partial defense for my body: a) i fucked up halfway through and had to take it apart and put it back together so it took twice as long, b) batteries on the drill were dead so i had to hand turn all the screws and the wood was not pre-holed (your mom, ld, etc).
i kick the shit out of myself 6 days a week and then i sit on the floor to put a Wayfair table together and my upper back and shoulders are sore the next day. the fuck. partial defense for my body: a) i fucked up halfway through and had to take it apart and put it back together so it took twice as long, b) batteries on the drill were dead so i had to hand turn all the screws and the wood was not pre-holed (your mom, ld, etc).
Using different muscles broham. I remember having to use a crank thing to raise the baskets to ten feet before practice would jack my shoulders up
