Sunday morning shitlord routine My SO and I have taken to a Sunday morning shitlord routine.  We wake up early, toss on some under armor compression gear, go to Pilates together, then jog to a nearby breakfast place which is usually teeming with fatties. We proceed to talk loudly about our morning workout, and then complain we feel too fat still and eat relatively light. We have gotten some of the best stares from the fatties sharing the restaurant with us, and trust me, MOST of the patrons are fats who order twice as much individually as we do together. Last week we actually had a fat woman waddle up and tell us it was "inappropriate" for us to be dressed like that in public. Can't wait till tomorrow morning!  This has been a great outlet for us both.  We both know some fats recently who died at ages younger than us, and it's kind of gotten us both into the shitlord mentality.  Bernie Sanders' quest to steal our money and use it for free healthcare for obeasts has us both ticked off recently too. We aren't quite 1%ers, but we both come from poverty and both now make reasonable six figure salaries that we worked our asses off for. The idea of a bunch of fat man children draining the national healthcare system has gotten us both on the shitlord band wagon.