I hate fatties and their excuses Hear me out, this is a bit of a vent but I really want to talk about this. Fatties are pretty much kings and queens of excuse making...and it really bothers me how they love to drag things like psychological issues into why they can't stop eating, or need sugar, or some other bullshit. I grew up with a very bad relationship with food. My father was heavily controlling over our (as kids) diets but not in an intelligent or healthy way. I would often get forced to eat things that my body would throw up (because I literally couldn't digest it) and then got beaten for throwing it up(when I was not doing it intentionally, I had a lot of food intolerances growing up). When my parents split up, we were at one time pretty much a step away from homelessness. Whenever I saved up to buy my own food through various ways my brothers would always steal all of my food and devour it is a very short period of time. So I began hoarding what was mine so I could eat and I did it during my happy time (reading because renting books is free) I remember they would get livid at me hoarding junk down the road, but I could make a large bag of chips last 2 weeks. They would devour it in less than half an hour. A large pack of candy could stretch several weeks. Crackers could sometimes last a month. It made me mad seeing things that should last X amount of time gone in less time than it takes to pick it up and carry it to the register. I got really clever with my hiding spots. The thing is, I know I have a fucked up relationship with food. I know why I feel a strong compulsion to nibble when I read, or game. The thing is I don't make excuses for myself. Those mind issues...is not an excuse to be fat. They can't say "Oh well Sanguinelady you don't know what it's like to be fat and try to lose weight!" and you know what...I'm ex fat. I've never been more than a bit chubby, and even then I looked in the mirror and said "Yep gotta fix this" and so I did. I'm tired of the goddamn excuses. Oh, too tired to cook? STEP INTO MY GODDAMN LIFE. I'm up at the crack of dawn to walk 2 miles and when I return I have to cater to so many things before I finally cater to my own needs.  I still prep a healthy breakfast and lunch, go to work. Then I'm on my feet all goddamn day doing manual labor and being customer service number 1. Then I go home, and before I even think about dinner time for another long-ass walk(hint something with four paws benefits from these). Again once home I don't get to cater to my own needs til house stuff is done and other living things are catered to. You know what I can't seem to find time for tired as I am. BEING A GODDAMN GLUTTONOUS PIG. I don't know how you fat fucks do it other than having no life and shirking all your responsibilities if you even have any. Oh don't get me fucking started on your conditions....I have quite a few issues that create pain that comes and goes but I still keep on moving and not being fat. Not being fat helps with keeping those parts happy so they don't start to hurt. Oh and money don't whine to me about it being too expensive. I don't make a lot of money. I also don't spend a fraction of what you shits do on garbage and fast food all day long. I don't spend a lot of money on food because eating well doesn't actually cost that much. Also can't afford to atm because budgeting. Still I eat very well and deliciously and it doesn't cost that much. The excuses, they need to just fucking stop. I'm not buying it, you know you are not really buying it, and everyone else is just too tired to care or know it's useless to argue.