Planet Fatness Planet Fatness is my "vacation" gym. It's cheap, it's all over the US, and you can bring a guest (my bodybuilder shitlord husband).  I apparently fat shamed a hamplanet today by merely existing. Me- in shape, size 0/2, 18% body fat, look like a fitness model. A hamplanet was "working out" with what I hope was a brother or friend, he was human, so I hope it wasn't her boyfriend. As soon as she saw me, she shot me the look of death, shot him the look, started to argue with him, and made him leave.  Next waddles in a hamplanet with thighs easily twice to three times the width of my leg, and plops itself on a bench. It does some random exercises. Then a large disgusting balloon shaped male planet heaves itself on the bench next to me. Before it did that, it walked up to the mirror, started flaring its nostrils, lifted its head, made some confusing faces, and eventually sat down maybe two feet away (there were open benches not within touching distance of me). It took a plate, put the plate on its HEAD and proceeded to tilt its head up and back. I went about my business trying not to get more nauseous than I was, couldn't take it anymore, and moved my stuff to the end of the row of benches. The "workouts" of the planets took at most a few minutes before they left and more waddled in. Did I mention there is a big bowl overflowing with free tootsie rolls in the front? Free bagels the first Monday morning? Free pizza the second Tuesday night?  For $20, we go to any of these gyms, both of us, across the US.  Most of the hambeasts filter in by January and leave a month or two later, maybe come back a month before summer and leave again. It's like every time I go there I have more stories to tell about the self-entitled piles of lard.