I'm sure a lot of you lovely people have had a similar experience.
My entire life, I was told at every life event, I was going to get fat.
"Just wait until you get out of highschool and stop doing year round sports, you'll go to college and get fat. Freshman 15."
Nope.
"Later, in college when it starts getting harder and stressful you'll put on weight."
Still nope.
"Now that you've graduated, when you get a real job and real stress you'll start to put on pounds."
Got a "real" job. Still not fat.
"Once you start a family and don't have time to workout, that's when it'll hit ya."
My kids 7.
"Now that you're over the hill, your metabolism is going to crash and there's no avoiding it."
Still got the same measurements as I did in college.
"Oh, well, erm... you're just one of the lucky ones."
What? No. This is not by chance. It's not juneticks, nor metabolism, and definitely not luck.
Point to flat toned stomach, greying body hair and all.
This was not an accident. My wife and I earned the bodies we have. It's your own fat faults you let yourselves use every excuse to join the subspecies. Take some goddamned responsibility.
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[–] Speshul_Sn0wflake 1 point 7 points 8 points (+8|-1) ago
He still does. If it wasn't for him, I probably wouldn't be alive - and I don't mean in the sense of me being born. I had a tumor when I was younger, and was put on painkillers when I was like 13-14 years old. I would get hooked, get off, get hooked, get off and so on. I could always either get clean myself or bring myself to rehab. I was clean for almost two years before I went to heroin. I lived in NY and my father didn't, and he found out about three years into my addiction. He gave me a chance to come clean but I was too embarassed honestly, plus I was pretty gone at that point. At twenty five he literally dragged me into rehab. I got clean for other reasons, stayed clean for myself though. I had given up hope at that point because every rehab had a 6 month to a year waiting period before I could get in. He made some calls and then got me in after my last overdose, and literally had to bring me there because I was so fucked up. It was the first time a problem became too big for me to handle, but he made me own up and even attended family sessions. He is a great guy and raised my sister and I right.