How did you come to hate fatties? We all have a story on what pushed us over the edge. I want to know how all of us ended up in the same place.  I worked in the fitness industry for a decade. Hams are always cycling in and out, buying up training/supplements/temporary memberships and almost always falling off the wagon and it would infuriate me because my lifes work is fixing health problems. I'm a professional fattie wrangler, hence the username. One day a gentleman comes in after being told by his doctor he needed to lose 300-400lbs or he would die. His family bought him a YEAR worth of personal training which is a shit ton of money to drop. My first day to meet the guy he came in with a Whataburger bag that contained 3 burgers, 2 orders of fries, a large soda, and a shake. When I asked him what was going through his head he said he wanted to make sure he had his strength up before the initial consultation. Things started bad and they got worse. The obeast would not walk for more than 1/4 of a mile, would not attempt to do an exercise, and would not attempt to do any standing motions just to get his heart rate up. His family dropped 15 grand to save his life and he would literally joke about how he was going to "beat up Ihop" after it. After a month of 4am training sessions he started bringing in a bottle of water, and I was proud that he had taken a step in the right direction. 20 minutes into his workout I swore I smelled alcohol but thought it was cleaner I was using. A few minutes later in a new area I smelled it again. Fucker had his steel water bottle full of Dr. Pepper and Vodka. I kicked him out and told him to come back when he cared about his life. He never did. 5 months later I found out he died because of complications brought on by his weight. He had a heart attack and a stroke, couldn't get to a hospital in time for them to find a way through his fat. He was 29. I work with fat people on a daily basis and will fight tooth and nail to fix them and help them get over the hump to realize what damage they've done. But in my life I've had 4 obese fuckers literally give up and fucking die because a walk and less cheeseburgers was harder than a stroke. I deal with the extreme cases, but you're never ready for someone you fight for to fucking quit and die. I HATE FAT LAZY FUCKERS WHO GIVE UP. DO NOT LET ME FIGHT FOR YOU EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR YOU TO SPIT IN MY FACE, RUIN MY REPUTATION, AND MAKE MY HELP WORTHLESS. FUCK YOU YOU LAZY SELFISH COW.  What brings you to FPH?