A.FUCKING.MEN! That’s the truest statement I’ve read on here. When you spend your life being obsessed with food and trying to convince yourself that you're beautiful you've wasted your life. I’ve had to stand at the doctor’s office, which I don’t mind because I don’t have a 200 pound fupa pulling me towards the ground and I only go to the doctors maybe once a year now, but because they’ve removed 20 or 30% of the seats and replaced them with Obesity seats. You’ve all seen them. They’re in the doctor’s office or the opticians or wherever you may have to go. Those micro-loveseats that is almost twice as wide as a regular chair. How can you not be embarrassed to sit in one of those? It’s a reward for eating the most cheesecake. It’s a participation trophy for eating all the potato salad at the cookout. I’ve never had to call ahead and ask if they have fat seats. I don’t worry about having to buy 2 seats on an airplane. You’re right; life is better and more enjoyable when all you have to worry about is wringing every bite out of life that life throws your way. I can’t imagine its enjoyable having to buy an SUV so I can fit in the car or have to be loaded into the cargo area like on 600 pound life! Truer words NEVER spoken Donuts!