Tales of a college shitlady... I'm a college student, about 5'7 and 126 lbs. I work out at least 4 times a week, and try my best to eat healthy with my limited budget. I've lived in the south my entire life, and while I love it, these states are more saturated with fat than the food these hams eat, which is saying a lot. The school I attend is primarily one of those stereotypical college towns where the city's entire economy and culture revolves around the university. Thus the population is almost entirely college students. One thing I love about college students at my school is that they are almost all skinny/fit. My best guess is that this is due to a combination of college kid circumstances and they really have no excuse to be fat if they use the services the school provides. Here are some examples: 1. Shitty meal plans My school's standard and cheapest meal plan (the one that nearly everyone has as a freshman) only provides food for 7 meals a week. On top of that, the food is terrible, and people hardly like to eat it. 2. The large spacious campus Our campus is pretty big, and sometimes the distance between classroom buildings can be a 25 minute walk, which is only a problem for me when it's terrible weather or I have classes back to back. This forces students to get daily exercise, not to mention that our main classroom building is multiple stories and the elevators hardly work so everyone has to take the stairs. (I still see the occasional planet standing by the elevator, jamming their pudgy finger against the call button repeatedly) 3. Access to awesome gym included in tuition Our gym is massive, open 24 hours, with plenty of free personal trainers. There is no excuse not to visit it. It's awesome and well taken care of. If you don't like lifting weights or running on a treadmill, just sign up for a damn cycling class or play some basketball. Go to the pool, climb the rock wall. There will be something. It's really not that hard to fit in an hour workout after class, even with homework. That being said, despite these circumstances, I still see the disgusting, squat, obeasts waddling around campus. I cannot tell you the amount of times I have made it up three flights of stairs only to look down and see some porker still huffing and sweating on the first flight. It's sad and grotesque. I have a few stories now of the fats I have encountered during my time in college: The first, is that of my freshman year roommate I will call "K". K and I were randomly assigned, and she was nice enough, and actually pretty smart, however she was definitely a small fat. However, she was a vegan and absolutely filthy. I have nothing against vegans if they are doing it in a healthy manner, however, chowing down on three bags of salt-laden tortilla chips and cartons of Oreos (yes they are vegan) every night was not healthy in any sense. I asked her if she was getting enough protein and nutrients and tried to suggest adding beans, lentils, nuts, berries, etc. into her diet and she would grow angry and complain about how she's been a vegan for four years and she knows what she's doing and I don't know what I'm talking about. (She gave up being a vegan and is now a vegetarian and just eats easy mac all the time.) She is also obsessed with yoga and would spend several hundred dollars a month on expensive hot yoga classes and equipment and talk about how she was going to get her yoga instructor license all the time. Yet she always refused to go to the gym with my friends and I when we invited her, and she couldn't believe that we woke up at 5 AM to go to a sunrise yoga class. She also has celiacs and crohn's disease and doesn't adhere to a diet that would help her stomach and was constantly in and out of the hospital with stomach ulcers and shit. On top of this, she was absolutely filthy and an extreme hoarder. She would go buy a bunch of expensive food from Whole Foods and then keep every single bag. One time she went on a trip and I found all the bags hidden behind our fridge next to the electrical outlet! I thought it was a fire hazard and threw them out. I threw out about 85 bags!!! Her side of the room was constantly covered in trash, old bags of food and cartons of cookies and crackers strewn about. She never washed her sheets and often didn't wash her clothes and would pick up yoga pants off the ground, sniff them and throw them down. Then she would grab another pair off the ground, smell those, gag, and grab the first ones she picked up. I don't know if they ever got washed. It got to the point where sleeping in my own room was so gross because of her that I would stay at my boyfriend's whenever possible. However, that didn't help much because my boyfriend's roommate was waaaay hammier than mine. He started out as a funny, chubby Mexican guy, then over the course of the year, he gained about 80 lbs I would guess. It was like he was a child who had been waiting to escape his house his whole life so he could buy all the sweets he wanted and gorge on them profusely. I would like to document his most memorable grocery purchase: two 2 liters of soda, a 2 liter of sweet tea, two boxes of sugary children's cereal, three bags of chips, honey buns, four boxes of frozen microwave breakfast sandwiches, hot pockets, Tostino's pizza rolls, frozen pre-made hamburgers, hot sauce, more hot sauce, more hot sauce, and two bags of mixed candy. It was horrifying watching him unpack it all. My boyfriend grew concerned for him and would invite him to the gym or offer him vitamins and he insisted he wouldn't put that kind of stuff in his body. Not only that, but he would order takeout food to his dorm at least 3-4 times a week with his parents' credit card. Almost every time I was over there he would order 20 hot wings or Chinese takeout and the food was always delivered with like six sets of silverware because he always ordered so much food that the restaurants assumed it was for multiple people! As the year progressed, he stopped going to his classes all together, never did his homework, and sat on his ass playing vide ogames on his computer all day. He went from having almost a full ride scholarship for being a first generation student and a minority from Appalachia, to being on academic probation. He was then kicked out of school. That money could have gone to someone who actually would have used it and now it's a waste. The last I heard, his mom was telling everyone he had a cyst on his brain or something that gave him headaches and that's why he didn't do his homework. I realize this is really long, so I'll finish it up with one last thing. I need money and flexible hours and I'm not that picky, so when I was offered a job above minimum wage with great scheduling at this extremely busy local pizza place, I took them up on it. It started out fine, I need money, and working there was my best option. I don't have a car right now because my little sister needs it, so I take the bus to school and I either take the bus to work, or if it's nice, I walk. As for my coworkers, nearly every single one of them could lose pounds except one shitlord male coworker. The other day I missed the bus and ended up walking the 2 miles to work. (It's a nice safe college town and there's no safety issues with me walking there.) When I got to work, however, all my fat coworkers were freaking out about me walking and saying stuff about how they can't believe I would walk from my apartment to the restaurant. I assured them that it was a safe walk and I was kept very warm by my outerwear, but no, that was not what they were concerned about. They were all appalled that I could walk 2 miles and were saying they wouldn't have been mad if I was late and took the later bus. They started offering me rides so I wouldn't have to tire myself out like that. I actually took one of the less hammy ones up on the offer one night because it was raining, and on our way to my apartment, she commented on where she lived. It was a complex that was HALF A MILE away from our work! And she drove every single day. We often get free food at work and the other girls who work there all talk about how they need to stop eating it because they have gained so much weight. The thing is, when they do eat it, they will have like four slices of pizza dipped in nacho cheese with cheese sticks on the side! If I eat there, I normally order one of our grilled chicken salads, a sandwich, or occasionally a pesto pasta with some chicken, mushrooms, tomatoes, and spinach. Yes, I will have the occasional slice or pizza or a cheese stick, but not every shift, and never more than one! I mean, free food is free food, and I'm in college and it helps out a lot, but a lot of times they go overboard. If there is mess up food or bring back orders, it's always put in the back for EVERYONE to eat and this one eatbeast freaked out when someone reached for a cheese stick because she was "planning on taking that home to eat for breakfast" and started yelling at him and grabbed the box and stowed it away in her car. IT WAS A LARGE BOX OF CHEESE STICKS! She wanted to eat the whole thing for breakfast and couldn't let her coworker have a single one. Even though we are supposed to share. She does this nearly every shift from what I can tell. She's not hurting for food or money though, she's related to the owner and even though she's the laziest employee, she gets like 4 dollars more than everyone else doing the same job. Lastly, the amount of people who call in and tell us that our largest size isn't enough is ridiculous! I had someone order our X-L cheese sticks and our Super size pizza (which is the largest size of each and roughly 20 inches each), and ask if it was enough for four people. When I told her how many servings it was and how it should feed at least double that number, she grew upset. That's basically all, sorry for the rant. Just had to get it out!