Hello my lovelies, I hope the majority of you have managed to avoid the horrors of flab fat fuck folks today (I say majority because of ye lurkers here. Unless you managed to avoid looking in the mirror today, I doubt you've achieved not witnessing the horrors of your wantonness).
I'm curious as to who fat folk think they're kidding when they lie and pretend they exert self restraint. This question is inspired by events in work yesterday. One of the (fat) higher ups was being 'considerate' (trying to make us like her), and brought in a huge box of doughnuts into work. 'Gourmet doughnuts' ranging from classic glazed to more exotic Apple crumble, salted caramel, cookie n cream options. I won't begrudge a person if they imbibe in the occasional treat and understand that a treat is just that; a treat. I.e a rare thing or 'reward' or action that is uncommon and thus considered a treat, not (sadly increasingly) common day to day gluttony.
Anyways, one of my co workers and I opted to split a salted caramel apple pie doughnut. Neither of us could finish our half as it was simply too rich, too dense and far far far too sweet. We both gave up after a few nibbles and discussed how we kind of regretted even trying the doughnut as we both felt pretty sickly from it.
As we were talking, one of the 'bigger' girls (read Tess Monster 2.0 in the making), waddled into the tiny staff room. Her eyes instantly fell on the box and you could almost hear her fat mangled heart speed up in excitement. We told her that one of the bosses had brought them in and she was free to have one (emphasis added!) If she liked. She started excitedly forward, before catching herself and pretending to have restraint. Making a vague comment about 'being good', she declined the vast array of doughnuts. In my head I commended her, but chose not to say so aloud in case it was taken too cruelly (I've been told by one or two shitizens in the making that my fat hate isn't always as hidden as I intend it to be. I have to be careful in work. I'm not losing my job because I upset a fat's fee fees).
Anyway, hamzilla obviously had expected us to throw a parade in celebration of her practising being a normal fucking human being and was clearly miffed when the streamers, party hats and fist pumps didn't make an appearance. After some stilted conversation where my fellow human sized workmate and I revealed that the doughnut we shared ("you guys SHARED a doughnut???? WHY?????"), hadn't been that yummy, the 3 of us headed out for our shift.
I took my mini break about 2 hours later, and popped into the staff room to grab my raincoat. As I opened the door to the room, I heard frantic sudden movement and a locker door being slammed shut. A bit worried that maybe I was about to walk in on a thieving customer in our staff room, I braced myself for a potential fight as I opened the door. Instead of seeing some dodgy looking stranger with their grubby mitts over our belongings, there sat the fat. She was staring at her phone, clearly trying to pretend she had been on it the entire time. She choked out a strangled "hi, you took break early...?" When I came in, her piggy eyes glued to her phone. I didn't even have to glance at the box of doughnuts to know what she'd done. It was literally all over her face. From the various splashes of cream, sugar, icing, glaze and sauce, I deduced that fatty had sampled at least 3-4 doughnuts, as the custom markings of each framed her flabby lips, splotches on her maw and lack of jaw.
I threw an eye over to the box that had contained 2 DOZEN doughnuts only 2 hours previously and counted only 5 remaining. 19 doughnuts consumed. And I wonder how much of a hand (paw) she had had to play in the decimation of doughnuts.
"Oh (x), did you have a doughnut?", I asked, expecting at least a yes to my kind specification of a singular doughnut.
"No!", she oinked. "I told you in being good! A doughnut's like 100 calories. I wouldn't waste my RDA on that!"
"You're right (x), it's a total waste. But to be honest, doughnuts have way more than 100 calories. I'd say the ones that our boss brought in clock in at like 400-550 depending on the filling or sauce. Anyway it's a great thing you didn't go for one. The amount of exercise you'd have to do to burn off just one!" And then I laughed lightly, before adding "I think you have some natural yoghurt on the side of your mouth".
The rest of the day piggy refused to look me in the eye. We both knew she was lying.
I just don't get why they feel the need to lie. If you're ashamed, use your fucking shame as motivation to close your fucking mouth!