Fitness Model Advice

> Be in college
> One classmate is female fitness model - fantastic ass, not "bulky" and she can into physiology
> One classmate is super-skinny feminist commie asian girl
> Fitness girl is having a conversation with two other girls about fitness
> Explaining how girls shouldn't be afraid of weights, they won't get bulky, squats and lunges, etc.
> Explaining diet is everything
> Says, "Back when I used to be chubby and I hated my body..."
> "STOP right there!"
> Enter skinny feminist, stage right
> "Don't encourage these girls to hate their bodies!"
> This gon be good
Let's see if I can get this from memory...
>"You're perpetuating gendered notions privileging thin body types over equally-healthy plus-size bodies, and reinforcing the patriarchal control men have over women's bodies as objects of desire rather than as vessels for our own social justice."
That translates to, "You're encouraging these girls to be thin, and I'm going to speculate that you think women exist only to please men. This makes you evil."
> Fitness girl has apparently seen this shit before
> "I'm encouraging them to take control of their own bodies through self-mastery and proven nutritional knowledge. What they do with that information is up to them, and I only hope that it makes them happy."
> Skinny feminist begins, "But - "
> Fitness girl interrupts. "I can squat two hundred and five pounds. How is that traditionally feminine? How does that not break stereotypes?"

There would be more, but I cracked up at this point and feminist girl turned her aggression at me.

Not fat, just bulking

>go to first day of Principles of Psychology freshman year in (christian) college
>health-obsessed, religious zealot professor
(more like borderline anorexic, the dude looked emaciated)
>Landwhale wobbles in 5 minutes late, during the professor’s intro and squeezes herself into a desk huffing and puffing
>professor begins fiery rant about how anyone overweight is “doomed to hell because their stomach has become their god.”
>her face when trying to pretend he wasn’t specifically talking to her
>continues lecture on why humans are not designed to eat dinner, how consumption of meat is not in God’s plan, and why kissing before marriage is bad.

What decade is it?

>Freshman at Uni
>Three guys at the next dorm are the moons of Jupiter
>The fourth is a skinnyfag (does nothing but cardio every day)
>The three fat guys are all mean, especially to the skinny guy, calling him Karen Carpenter, Mary Kate Olsen and such
> Skinny guy comes up to me one day
>"H-hey anon, c-can you help me get muscles?"
>With hard work and dedication I can say that he's making it already
>We become best friends
>His roommates go all tall poppy again and start saying that the two of us are faggots
>He grabs my hand, says "At least I'm getting some, you fat fucks." and we walk out on our way to the gym

Oh God I love this kid, definitely gonna be my roommate next year. Shame he's stuck with those cunts for the next few months.

this is happenning right now

this is happenning right now

>mother in law downstairs
>me upstairs
>she knows I have school studying to do
>calls my name
>I don't answer
>calls name again
>still don't answer
>she stops
>10 minutes later she waddles up the stairs breathing heavy
>I am now waiting to see what she originally wanted
>she's always way too fat to come upstairs or downstairs, she just yells

>mfw other fat women in my family do the same

why do fatties yell? Because it takes work to walk up some stairs

Toilet Hygiene

I'm going to share one of the worst, if not the worst, thing about being this obese - dealing with toilet hygiene. Or rather, the common lack thereof. The mechanics are that I just can't reach to wipe myself. Either fore or aft.

I have a sponge on a stick that I use for wiping aft. Or rather, that my husband uses to wipe me. He is very laid back about it all, but it hurts and embarrasses me to have to have him take care of something so intimate and frankly, disgusting. When he is not at home, I can contort myself just enough to use it. One hand on the tub rim, the other holding the stick. I dig under my huge apron, brace my arm on the toilet rim and squirm a bit. It's not nearly as neat and hygienic as when hubby does it as I have to bring the dirty sponge forward past my fore and belly. There is no "front to back" wiping except when hubby does it.

When I am out of the house, I simply have to do without wiping. We call it having "poopy butt." I can't use the sponge myself since there isn't a tub rim to brace myself on. And family unisex bathrooms are rare. Even if I could use the sponge alone while out, where would I rinse it? At home, I use the tub. I couldn't bear to rinse my sponge at a common bathroom sink and I'm not about to put the sponge in a Ziploc to rinse hours later. Ugh.

I simply do without fore wipes. I don't want to use the sponge that wipes my aft to wipe my fore. So, I wear absorbent cotton underwear when I'm out and sit on a sheet on the couch at home. Only after a shower do I ever feel clean and my underwear is too awful to discuss. I've have a few urinary tract infections in the last couple of years and I get painfully raw at times.

Why am I sharing something so intimate and private? Because sometimes I get the impression that people think that we morbidly obese people are unmotivated to lose weight. That we LIKE being this heavy and eating "all we want." This is the ugly side of living with super morbid obesity. It's not pretty and it's not fun and it's no way to live.

You'll make it bro

>be 240 (highest ever)
>6'1"
>bench 350
>25 chin ups
>squat 400+
>dl 400+
>think I'm strongfat bearmode
>fat accumulates in neck and face
>wonder why no gf
>see pictures of myself, look like shit, 3/10
>decide to drop weight at all costs
>lose 20 lbs, still fat neck and face, 3.5/10
>lose 15 lbs more, noticeably less fat in neck and face, but it's still there, 4/10, body looking pretty good 6/10

I swear I won't stop until the last bit of fat is burned off my neck. Goddamn fuck I have been in total denial. I believe I'll be 5.5/10 face with 9/10 body when I lose 15 more lbs.

Dem Viking Genetics strike again

We all know that feeling

My story:

>Fatass keeps harassing me about the music at the gym
>calls me a "roided up cunt"
>I bite back with "I'm sorry the body I work for is more intimidating than the body you eat for."
>Music is never bitched about again

Its a bad one, but wanted to contribute.

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