I just need to get this off my chest I was a fat kid. My Mum was abusive as all heck, and had disordered eating which she passed on to us. I moved out early, as did my Sister (17 for me, 15 for her). Initially, the both of us lived with a family friend, but then when I got to 18 and was able to get a full time job, and benefits for looking after my Sister, I did so, and we both spent 18 months getting on top of our weight


We both learned to cook, though there were some culinary disasters on the way, budget for food, meal prep, and we both got into great exercise routines. While what we do has changed as we've aged, the habit remains and I'm glad of it


So, this means, I do get that, if you're a kid and your parents fuck up and give you shitty food habits, that it;s bloody hard to overcome it. You have to basically take your brain and give it a darn good slapping, you know? But it is possible, we're both proof of it. And one thing I have learned is that *wanting* to change is half the fight, if that makes any sense?




We live in the UK and it fucking sucks over here RN. Whole country shut down, economy skullfucked to "protect the NHS". My partner works as a Doctor and he and I have stayed in touch through all of this, and he's said that their managers at work have come out and admitted that the reason there is a "lockdown" (I hate that word, so fecking zeitgeist) is because there are so many people at risk. And they don't mean older people, or people with chronic underlying issues like cancer, or CF or whatever. 


What they mean is fatties. Because only 37% of people in the UK are a healthy weight. the rest are all fat, overweight obese and they varying subtypes of that. A tiny, tiny, tiny percentage are underweight, but I see those people as being genuinely ill and a different class, because they're not fat, and actually, I have no basis for thinking this, but I would imagine being anorexic or bulimic is WAY harder to get over than being an over or binge eater.



I don't really have a point to this, I'm just feeling thoroughly disillusioned by all of this, and miserable that I've not seen my partner for a whiles. that said, I should probably buck up a bit. He's had it and recovered well, and has been spending time with his kids, so once he's caught up with them, he and I will spend some time together. But it just feels like everything is on fucking hold to accommodate the fatties. As per bloody usual, we're being expected to work around the porkorcs, and I'm so over it.


Even the Politicians (Our PM nearly died because he's fat) refuse to tackle, head on this issue. I know when I first went to my Doctor at 17, to start to deal with these issues, I actually said "I want to know what I weigh, and what I should weigh, and can you suggest any books I should read to help me get there?". Doctors here don't even tell you what you weigh unless you say you want to know. How pathetic is that?



Honestly, let the second wave hit and take out the eatbeasts. And I'm gonna just start going about my life as best I can because I am so over, and done with this nonsense.