All women hate each other.

I've been far more open about people's weights before, and my own (I dropped 200-120)

anyway, this one sticks out. I had a friend who was 5'1 and 180lbs with a HUGE chest. 40lbs mush have been on her chest alone.

>go out to dinner one day, I have sushi, she has pork fat
>she has recently dropped out of uni because the work was hard
>"So, anon, what about that A cup huh?"
>"Got a sports bra yet?"
>"I heard you're getting LASIK next year, thought about the boob job instead?"

And I respond...

>"I suggest not talking about someone's lack of breast when I could do the exact same about your IQ."

I now avoid them pretty rabidly.

Dear Mom

>mom is obese
>asks me all the time for fitness advice
>one of those situations where she knows exactly what to do, but doesn't do it
>be home from uni on break
>still in glorious winter bulk...shes jelly I eat so much yet don't get huge
>was about 1000 calories short of my goal today, went to chipotle
>came back to a tray of fresh baked brownies
>"anon I made brownies if you want some"
>eat burrito
>go downstairs to throw shit away...half tray is missing
>mom watching tv
>pokerface
>tfw could have eaten brownies instead of chipotle

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.

Same hospital

>Be today
>Fatasfatass comes in
>Bilateral Femoral fracture (both femurs broken)
>He fell out of a wheel chair and broke both legs
>His skin was like a reptiles, all flaky and hard

How you break your femurs from a 2 foot fall is beyond me, but this guy somehow managed to do so.

Brrm brmm

>Deliver people to dialysis for job.
>500 lb fat guy has eaten and drinken himself into kidney failure.
>Have to transport him in 600 lb custom scooter, makes my converted ambulance bottom out over speedbumps.
>He spends the whole 45 min ride to dialysis center eating every day
>"You arent supposed to do that, they are gonna be pissed"
>"mmphfuck yoummmph"
>Deliver him, dialysis techs yell at me because I let him eat.
>He has to wait 3 hours to digest, and then 12 hours of dialysis because he has like 40 gallons of blood.


Same guy.

>GFs ex had transported him previously.
>Hadnt secured him properly...front and back not at all sides.
>Hits bump
>inertia
>Guy gets trapped under scooter
>Needs 8 firefighters and paramedics to get him to hospital.


This was years ago, im sure he died. I had to transport so many disgusting fatties in end stage fathood (who had eaten themselves to death and were in a nursing home waiting for the reaper)

Mickey Dees strikes again

Mcfag here, I'll cut these down a little

>Cafe again, staring out window because bored
>small blue VW drives into handicapped park
>scraping bitumen as it parks
>I brace myself for horror
>It appears the car is full of a large floral orb
>Oh its just a 250kg woman/man, i dont know they all wear mumu's now
>Tries to get out of car about 5 times as i look on in horror
>see's me and starts waving for assistance
>I go out against my better judgement and assist her
>needed to go back inside to get someone else to help unwedge this beast from its entrapment
>free the orb and it immediately makes a b line to the front door.
>expected us to shut her car door.
>I walk inside and purposefully serve her
>$40 worth of food for herself (and a diet coke)
>waddles back to car, forces girth into car again.
>seen shoving big mac into face as driving away, scraping off drive through arrows as she goes.

I hope she lives alone so she has to actually make the effort to get out instead of getting people with better things (like not give a fuck) to do to help

Roller babes

>working at a roller skating rink
>tons of stupid little kids, but thats ok cause they're kids
>stupid adults are a lot harder to deal with
>lady walks in easily weighing over 350lbs
>I can clearly see her specially made shoes
>she comes up and asks for a size 6 (about average shoe size for women)
>I know this isn't going to work, but I can't just say "ma'am you're too fat for this"
>fast forward through her sitting down and trying on every sequential size of skate we have until we get to size 13
>size 13 doesn't fit
>its clearly not the length, but the width of the foot that's the issue
>Finally find that she can squeeze into a 15
>all of her weight is centered between the wheels
>goes out onto the skate floor after an hour of trying on shoes
>about 3 minutes in, I hear her scream
>she's fallen, tango down!
>walk out to the floor to see if she needs assistance defeating gravity
>she's broken one of the steel plates the skates use for support
>skate busted, so I have to tell manager
>manager tells her she'll have to pay for the skate (around $100)
>she flips out, saying this is prejudiced
>I tell her this is a special situation, we've never had someone weigh too much for skates
>the look of extreme discomfort comes on her face
>she starts crying amid the hundred or so kids also skating that day
>feel bad for a moment, then her crying becomes screaming
>she's flailing her arms around like an infant
>head arched back, screaming to the roof, and squriming every moveable body part in protest
>me and the manager back away
>every kid in the place looking on
>she goes at it for about five minutes before suddenly stopping, getting up, and walking out as if nothing happened
>she leaves her shoes with us

Ah, highschool.

>first year of high school
>best friends with a girl
>heard around that her house was pretty bad
>thought nothing of it
>but as the months went on I noticed she started to get fatter
>she reaches landwhale mode
> whenever she walks into class it stinks of shit and her hair is like caked with piss or something
>remain loyal and disregard rumors
>she invites me to her house
>other friend tries to convince me not to go
>her house is apparently fucking awful
>go anyway
>my mum drives me, have to talk her into letting me out of the car when she sees the house
>fucking 3 roomed shack
>about 100 degrees inside, stank full on of shit and disease
>pet ducks running around, apparently "they dont mind that it isnt toilet trained"
>7 people in tiny, shit on the walls, fucking feral guinea pigs and ducks running around
>pretend to be sick so I get to go home

Since then I avoid being friends with fat people all together and talking to them to an extreme, so that's like the last FPS I ever had.

480-Pound Woman Dies After Six Years On Couch

STUART, Fla. — A 480-pound Martin County woman has died after emergency workers tried to remove her from the couch where she had remained for about six years.

Gayle Laverne Grinds, 40, died Wednesday, after a failed six-hour effort to dislodge her from the couch in her home. Workers say the home was filthy, and Grinds was too large to get up from the couch to even use the bathroom.
Everyone going inside the home had to wear protective gear. The stench was so powerful they had to blast in fresh air.
A preliminary autopsy on the the four-foot, ten-inch woman lists the cause of death as "morbid obesity." But officials want to know more about the circumstances inside the home.
Investigators say Grinds lived with a man named Herman Thomas, who says he tried to take care of her the best he could. He has told them he tried repeatedly to get her up, but simply couldn't. No charges have been filed, but officials are looking into negligence issues.
Emergency workers had to remove some sliding glass doors and lift the couch, with Grinds still on it, to a trailer behind a pickup truck. Removing her from the couch would be too painful, since her body was grafted to the fabric. After years of staying put, her skin had literally become one with the sofa and had to be surgically removed.
She died at Martin Memorial Hospital South, still attached to the couch.
Neighbors say they had no idea Grinds lived at the duplex, though they had seen Thomas and some children outside.

A former fatass weighs in

>Former fatass
>been fat since 8
>I was a pretty gross fatass, I would eat anything, binge on horrific food etc
>Would eat gross or bizarre food - candy sushi, roasted pork crackling, flour fried in butter
>Get in shape
>No longer have food cravings, dislike tasting foods
>Now obsessed with color and texture of foods; the other senses food engages instead of taste
>Fatass friends look for sugary, greasy foods
>When I look at fast food now, this is what I notice:

Shades of brown and yellow
All soft, baby food like textures
Scents are always cloying and artificial or greasy

>when I tell my fat friend about the realisation
>"but it tastes so good!"
>They are critical of my efforts
>newfriends.jpg

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.

Blast dem quads

>be me
>see fat guy in gym
>he's trying really hard
>be few months later
>see that fat guy again
>he made some progress but still fatso no matter what
>da fk is he doing?
>he's still working out buttmad hard
>he's trying badass like its his last day on fucking earth
>he's giving everything he can
>motivates me as fuck
>all PR got beaten that day
>Thank you fat dude

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.

An apple a day

>working at panera bread, maybe 17 or 18
>have female co-worker named stacy, not obese but certainly fatter than skinnyfat
>she’s a little bit redneck, nothing special
>somehow get into discussion of doctors/health
>she says she’s sick or something, i tell her she should get it checked out
>she replies, “oh, i don’t go to the doctor”
>”um. but that’s stupid. why not?”
>”because they make you get on a scale.”
>”um.”
>i have no reply to this
>never encountered this kind of stupidity
>you’re jeopardizing your entire health because you refuse to acknowledge that you’re probably overweight
>what the flying fuck is wrong with you
>(i didn’t say any of this; i was dumbfounded)
>she quit soon after

Dem Viking Genetics strike again