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 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
Exactly. I wish that was the only thing I had to worry about. Then again most of these things on Tumblr are "disabled pansexual gender-queer pigkin" that are in their mid twenties-early thirties (even though they look double that) and live in their parents basement rent free. Their biggest problems are what disability to claim next so they can win the "Oprreshun Olympics" on Tumblr. When someone is paying for your gluttony, it's really quite easy to forget about real world issues. Sad thing is, they see no shame in not having a job or going to school and think that its perfectly acceptable to be living with mommy and daddy well into their thirties.