Accidental shitlording in my small town. This is my story about the best kind of shitlording... shitlording by your very existence. For context: I live in a very small town, in a country not far from America, where the obesity epidemic is of less 'sizeable' proportions.  There is only one deathfat in my town (though plenty of overweights), and he is widely known as "Fat So-and-so", because obeasts truly do stand out around here. I work out in the mornings, usually just running out on the roads, but when the weather is awful, or for lifting, I use the gym at our community recreation centre.  I never see ANYONE in there, for which I feel truly blessed after hearing all the horror stories of fats at the gym here on voat. A few months ago, I began noticing that every morning when I got to the gym, Fatty's truck would be parked outside in the parking lot, idling.  It took me a while to figure out that this fat fuck -who is currently losing his legs to the 'beetus, has no teeth left from all the soda he drinks, and smells so bad that people actually vacate the general store (yes, we have a "general store" - it's awesome) when he walks in- would get up every morning (presumably because his "sleep apnea" or whatever other condishun makes it hard for him to sleep), drive himself up to the rec centre parking lot and spend his mornings using the WiFi (meant for paying members) to surf the internet on his laptop all in the comfort of his idling truck. This story begins a long time before I knew about FPH and I would often catch myself thinking "if he would make the simple choice to get out of his truck, walk over to the gym and get on the treadmill... he could still use the WiFi, and could get healthier one day at a time...".  Of course, nowadays I'm just grateful he isn't in there stinking up the place when I'm working out. The moral of the story is that long before I even realized that shitlording was a thing, I would walk past his truck, every time, with my headphones in, a pep in my step and a smile on my face because I have the physical ability, the mental strength, and the healthy body I need to go work out, pump those endorphins through my system and feel AMAZING for the rest of the day.  All the while this deathfat is killing himself with idleness and will never fucking change. Of course, these days, thanks to FPH, I make a point of smiling and waving when I walk past his truck, and I always jog home from the gym after my workouts, just so he can see how truly easy it is to not be a fat fuck.  It's THAT EASY.