1 hour ago, nokat said:

I sometimes feel jaded about the tales of woe. Maybe because I managed to get through it without having what looks like a giant scrotum hanging off my body.
 

Well, come sit by me because I'm totally jaded by their tales of strife and woe and childhoods that didn't include unicorns, daily rainbows, and magic in the air.  Ugh.

We've all had our crosses to bear and most of the time these 600PL'ers really seem to be stretching to blame their poor decisions (including gluttony) on something that happened during their teenage years...yet pictures show the poundparticipant was already hitting maximum PSI at about 5 years old.  I also find the ones that try to blame their parent(s) are usually the ones who take minimal (if any) accountability for their piss poor choices in life.  While I understand these things can have an impact (and have the childhood from hell as my first-hand experience), I don't consider this any excuse as an adult to not seek out help to deal with the issue.  To me, this asshat gorging his way up to 900 lb is no different than one of the addicts on Intervention who are one step away from death but playing Russian roulette with a needle in their arm.  Same potential end result (death), just different methods.  Like that dumb bitch last week eating herself to death in front of her kids whilst perseverating about her own mother's attempted suicide.  Ugh, these people.  

This asshole tonight had parents who started using drugs?  Well, where's the world's small violin so I can play him a tune.  I'm sure countless kids go through similar scenarios growing up and don't end up hauling a 200 lb table around wherever they go. 

He had to (GASP) go get a job and go to school?  Shake hands, asshole, I worked and went to school, too, and was giving most of my salary to my perpetually broke-ass parents.  Big deal.  Life goes on.  Get some therapy and learn to deal with it.  Or chose not to get therapy, STFU, and take accountability for your choices.  

I still want to hire myself out as a "fat sitter" and supervise every bite of food that goes into these clowns' mouths.  "I NEED PIZZA!!!"   "No, what you NEED is to lose the equivalent of 3 people from your body...here's a low-fat mozarrella cheesestick, bon appetit!"  "I NEED A MILKSHAKE!!!"  "No, what you need is hydration.  Here's a 32-oz bottle of water with lemon juice to quench that thirst, bottoms up!"  

These people would hate my fucking guts...but the fuckers would definitely lose the required weight and Dr. Now would love me ❤️  

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