How a forehead gets fat:

The body usually deposits fat in certain areas first. Once those areas start to get really fat, the body will start to deposit in other areas which don't have as much fat. In the case of these fat people, it is their forehead. They have sooooo much fat everywhere else that the body just decided hey, the forehead is thin, we have room to lay down fat there. Let's do that since everything else is overflowing with fat.

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.

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)

Doctor! Doctor !

>Be at work
>Be Yesterday
>Work in Operating Room in a hospital
>Next case is a Carotid endarterectomy (they open up the carotid artery to scoop out the plaque)
>Worlds largest enchilada laying in bed
>about 5'5" (165cm) and 250lbs (110-120 kg)
>Diabetic fatass missing multiple fingers and toes
>Hello fatass, can you state your name, and date of birth
>No response
>Mexican heifer walks around the corner
>Heifer translates for enchilada
>Heifer, do you have any knows allergies
>El translation "Fruits and vegetables"
>Ummm.... Can you be more specific, like which kinds
>"All kinds, all fruits and vegetables
>trying to contain laughter
>"and what are the symptoms of your reaction" (we have to take all allergies as fact, even if they're blatantly obvious lies)
>Heifer translates for Enchilada, "They make her poop"
>MFW
>Transport her to surgery
>They pull out a fuck ton of plaque and the surgeon mocks her the entire time (She's unconscious)

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

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

GRAND OPENING