I recently changed industries from Hospitality to Personal finance, the fatties got worse. Every single day at my new job I have to serve lards. I work in a job that approves small loans for people up to $2000 and every single day planets roll in with their minime fat kids orbiting them and demand hundreds of dollars for food, lest their kids not be able to afford their beetus-burgers. They always smell like cigarettes or vomit or sweat or a combination of all three. Often they can be heard wheezing as they sign contracts, as though picking up a pen and writing their initials is so physically exhausting they cannot cope. We also have a slight incline ramp of about 10 meters into the front of the store, I have seen butterballs stop halfway to catch their breath as they climb the gentle upward slope as though they're conquering Everest. I have asthma that is largely brought on by cardio exercise. Because of this I hate cardio but understand its importance. Despite cardio being my arch nemesis, I still ride my bike to work and home every day. It's only about 15 minutes each way and saves me about $20 a day on parking. I used to ride to save money, despite my lungs struggling every single time, now I ride to avoid becoming one of them. To be honest the riding is getting easier anyway as my fitness improves. What I don't understand is, if you are struggling to afford food so much that you need to get a loan out just to pay for groceries, how the fuck do you and your kids weigh more than the Death Star?  Fellow shit-folk, share your own stories.