I live about two blocks from a supermarket. And really that's about one block to get there, and then the rest of the distance is just the parking lot. During the holidays a relative just kept complaining about the fact that we wanted to 'walk' two blocks rather than drive. Not fat, just really fucking lazy. Pretty much the classic skinnyfat.  It was made even more obnoxious by the fact that my wife was a good way into dying of cancer. It's bad enough being too lazy to walk a couple blocks to grab an item or two from the store. But noting that someone who's DYING is healthier than you should really be a wakeup call.