Every other day or so I see a heavily obese woman come into the store -probably in the neighborhood of 500 or 600 lbs- barely able to walk. Simply moving from her car in the handicapped spot to the curb (about a 20 foot walk) gets her winded like someone who just ran a full mile.
She gets in one of those mart-carts, straining it's weak electric motor and drives around the store and loads her cart up pretty much with junk. She skips the produce section entirely. Oh, and she also has one of those giant 42-ounce drink cups.
I can only presumed its filled with "diet" pop.
It's sort of disgusting to watch her.
She gets in one of those mart-carts, straining it's weak electric motor and drives around the store and loads her cart up pretty much with junk. She skips the produce section entirely. Oh, and she also has one of those giant 42-ounce drink cups.
I can only presumed its filled with "diet" pop.
It's sort of disgusting to watch her.
The way he said it made me laugh. As for me, I've been feeling sorry for myself lately due to the fact that it's difficult finding a job and even though I get out there and try to put my foot in the door, I still feel down in the dumps about it..but then I watch this show the other night on Discovery Fit and Health about a 1000 lb man who lives in his bed and I think to myself, you know what? I'm actually lucky I have my health! And that made me feel a little bit better about things.Sometimes when I look at a fat person it's like I'm looking in the mirror at an unknown future for me. I tell myself I don't want to end up like that AT ALL cause obesity runs in my family with my Dad being overweight. It's also a struggle for me as well as an insecurity that I've been fighting ever since college.
And I thought I had seen everything!
