Worst thing ever to happen to you because your fat?
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You're on quite the role lately.
Well I asume I am not the only fat person here. If they are like me then I am sure that this has caused some bad things for themselves or embarrassing things at least.
Jason
I weighed a lot more than I do know and the worst thing is being called, "fat." Other stuff sucked, too, but the distaste in someone's face when they called me fat always hurt the most.
You know I have never been called fat that much which is wierd. Kids can be cruel but that is something I didn't have to deal with much. I wouldn't be shocked though if they said stuff like that behind my back.
Jason
I found the worst things when I let myself go for a bit was that you start to become invisible to the opposite sex. Also you start to look a bit scruffy because clothes don't fit properly so you end up with baggy clothes that make you look like an un-made bed.
That before getting into the health problems like the tireness, the bad skin and so on.
I cut out all the processed shit I was eating and that was that.
That before getting into the health problems like the tireness, the bad skin and so on.
I cut out all the processed shit I was eating and that was that.
I once tried to go on an amusement park ride with my little nephew. He was maybe 7. We had to get off 'cause the attendant couldn't close the safety bar over my bulk. Damn embarrassing.
As we walked away I looked down at the kid and said I was sorry we couldn't go on the ride because I was too big. He looked up at me and said, "You're not too big; the ride was too small."
Sweet kid.
As we walked away I looked down at the kid and said I was sorry we couldn't go on the ride because I was too big. He looked up at me and said, "You're not too big; the ride was too small."
Sweet kid.
I guess the worse thing that happened to me when I was fat was it made the arthritis in my knees worse. They improved somewhat after I lost weight.
The worse thing that happened to me because of someone else's fat was when I went on the Octopus ride with a very large friend. When the ride spun into a position where she was above me I had to take her full weight on me. When the ride stopped to let people off we were stuck on the top of the ride with her weight crushing down on me. This ride was a nightmare for me.
The worse thing that happened to me because of someone else's fat was when I went on the Octopus ride with a very large friend. When the ride spun into a position where she was above me I had to take her full weight on me. When the ride stopped to let people off we were stuck on the top of the ride with her weight crushing down on me. This ride was a nightmare for me.
Yeah, when one person is larger than another you always have to take things like inertia and gravity into account. I've had some bad experiences at the State Fair the were the result of that.
I don't know, honestly. Probably lack of confidence.
I had a heart attack when I was 34. Serious.
All the nice clothes i can't wear.
is all I can say.
Being so fat you can't find your own penis, and it's certainly not long enough to get passed your rolls of fat and into her. Never mind your arms are too heavy to maintain masturbation for any length of time. Fall asleep half way and the police find you dead, naked, and with a leaky erection -- not the way to go!
Worse thing that ever happened to me when I was fat? Well, at my fattest I was probably about 40 pounds overweight. I lacked the energy and ability to exercise for long periods without getting tired becuase all I ate was sugar and fat. Eventually for a couple years I started feeling heart "murmurs" or something like that. Finally, pushing 180 pounds I decided I either had to do something about it or give up; my metabolism was like half gone and I sat down all day.
So finally I started walking. A mile or two at first, then three miles a day, then five miles a day. After a couple months I realized I had only lost like three pounds, so I wasn't accomplishing anything. Not wanting to really change the way I ate, I added running. First 25 steps at a time, then 50. I have mild ashthma and as I found out -- I can't run half a mile; shit, I got breahtless (with a ten miute coughing spell after catching it) from running half of half a mile.
The running helped a little, but I knew I could loose more weight. Eventually I changed the way I ate, aiming for for first 50, then 40, now 30 grams of Sugar AND Fat total a day. Started drinking mroe water too (since 90% of the reactions in your body need water). I felt better. To the point where I was doing 10 miles a day, with some running. Now I do 810 running steps in each miles, with a daily minimum of 7 miles, with a preference on 8 (and a maximum of 10). I can run over 200 steps and not worry about my breath. I'm still not at half of half a mile yet, but my lounge capacity and bodily ability is better. From that and watching what I eat and changing what I eat, I have lost over 35 pounds in the last five+ months.
I've earned hte love and trust of three homeless cats at the park (still working on some others), met some nice people there, and a few weeks ago I noted while walking that I felt the best I think I ever have ever.
No more heart "murmurs", no more laziness. Plus, instead of turning just the heads of overweight girls, I know turn the heads of hot girls, so... ;-)
Worse thing that ever happened to me when I was fat? Well, at my fattest I was probably about 40 pounds overweight. I lacked the energy and ability to exercise for long periods without getting tired becuase all I ate was sugar and fat. Eventually for a couple years I started feeling heart "murmurs" or something like that. Finally, pushing 180 pounds I decided I either had to do something about it or give up; my metabolism was like half gone and I sat down all day.
So finally I started walking. A mile or two at first, then three miles a day, then five miles a day. After a couple months I realized I had only lost like three pounds, so I wasn't accomplishing anything. Not wanting to really change the way I ate, I added running. First 25 steps at a time, then 50. I have mild ashthma and as I found out -- I can't run half a mile; shit, I got breahtless (with a ten miute coughing spell after catching it) from running half of half a mile.
The running helped a little, but I knew I could loose more weight. Eventually I changed the way I ate, aiming for for first 50, then 40, now 30 grams of Sugar AND Fat total a day. Started drinking mroe water too (since 90% of the reactions in your body need water). I felt better. To the point where I was doing 10 miles a day, with some running. Now I do 810 running steps in each miles, with a daily minimum of 7 miles, with a preference on 8 (and a maximum of 10). I can run over 200 steps and not worry about my breath. I'm still not at half of half a mile yet, but my lounge capacity and bodily ability is better. From that and watching what I eat and changing what I eat, I have lost over 35 pounds in the last five+ months.
I've earned hte love and trust of three homeless cats at the park (still working on some others), met some nice people there, and a few weeks ago I noted while walking that I felt the best I think I ever have ever.
No more heart "murmurs", no more laziness. Plus, instead of turning just the heads of overweight girls, I know turn the heads of hot girls, so... ;-)
I was never obese, thankfully, but when I was a kid I was definitely on the chubby side, and the other kids noticed. I got ridiculed by a few of them, but the worst was when my own best friend started calling me fat on a regular basis. It hurt, and it may be part of the reason I find it so hard to develop close relationships with people today.
Throughout my teen years and early twenties, I was about average weight, I guess, but I still carried a bit of heft. A couple of years ago, I finally decided to get in better shape -- I cut down on unhealthy foods and started exercising regularly. Today, I rather like my body, and even though I still don't think it's perfect (my stomach isn't quite as firm as I'd like), it's the best it's probably ever been.
Unfortunately, I fear the psychological damage has been done. For years I felt unattractive due to my weight, and even though, on a conscious level, I know I'm not bad-looking, I still find it difficult to believe that a woman I might desire could ever be interested in me. To this day, I've never had a serious relationship with a lady, and I think that might stem from the feelings of inferiority caused by the teasing I received as a child, not to mention the other unpleasant sensations that go along with growing up overweight.
Man, listen to me whine!
I'm not really as much of a sad-sack as I might seem, honest... I guess I just sometimes need to vent. And I maintain some optimism: the bad memories don't take up too much of my thoughts, and I'm hopeful that, someday, I'll be able to put them all behind me for good. 
Throughout my teen years and early twenties, I was about average weight, I guess, but I still carried a bit of heft. A couple of years ago, I finally decided to get in better shape -- I cut down on unhealthy foods and started exercising regularly. Today, I rather like my body, and even though I still don't think it's perfect (my stomach isn't quite as firm as I'd like), it's the best it's probably ever been.
Unfortunately, I fear the psychological damage has been done. For years I felt unattractive due to my weight, and even though, on a conscious level, I know I'm not bad-looking, I still find it difficult to believe that a woman I might desire could ever be interested in me. To this day, I've never had a serious relationship with a lady, and I think that might stem from the feelings of inferiority caused by the teasing I received as a child, not to mention the other unpleasant sensations that go along with growing up overweight.
Man, listen to me whine!
I'm not really as much of a sad-sack as I might seem, honest... I guess I just sometimes need to vent. And I maintain some optimism: the bad memories don't take up too much of my thoughts, and I'm hopeful that, someday, I'll be able to put them all behind me for good.
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I had similar experiences with a few close friends when I was younger although it had nothing to do with weight. I've had the same problem as you, though, when it comes to trust. That's very interesting and I'm glad to know I'm not the only one.
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