Yeah, like fuck, you'd imagine people who have to haul fatasses from the stretcher to the surgical table would be scared to death of becoming fat. But from what I've observed, logic doesn't apply to fats. Just like how many fats I know watch My 600 Pound Life and say "oh I'm ok because at least I can walk up the stairs. At least I can fit in a car." Yeah, with that attitude, not for long. There's so much cognitive dissonance with fats. Thanks for asking how I'm doing by the way. For the most part, I'm ok, but because of muh condishun it's hard to find the right meds to keep me from being manic and I haven't gotten more than two hours of sleep in the past three weeks. But other than that, things are going really well! I'm enjoying life for what it is, despite the cards I've been dealt. No but really, as an aside, I also hate when fats blame their weight on a condition. Like, bitch, you don't have a condition just eat a fucking salad (without the fucking dressing) and you'll be fine. Stop taking up bed space in the hospital for people who need it, or if you're in Europe, stop using taxpayer money to get your inevitably failed bypass surgery. God, I just get so heated, I could write a book about this, but I should stop before I do.