So, I missed Wednesday’s WW meeting because I was sleeping. But I went on Thursday. Not the best news…I weighed in at 271.4 which is up 1.6 pounds. Ugh. I talked to the meeting leader about why I keep going up. It appears that you have to eat ALL of your points. I thought that was more of a guideline…a limit you shouldn’t go over. Boy was I schooled. So, I started Friday with recording everything and even measuring what I was eating. We’ll see how that goes.
An interesting thing happened on the way to the WW meeting though. They guys on the radio where talking about a quote someone made in the news. The quote goes, “It is harder to be fat in America than black in America.” Of course, I have no idea what it’s like to be black in America, but I’m well versed in being fat in America. The guys on the radio asked listeners who are fat to call in and talk about their hardships. No fat people called. Skinny people called to express their stupidity about times they were mean to a fat person. One skinny guy, who had lost 260 pounds, talked about his former life. But no actual fat people called in. Doesn’t that scream what it’s like to be fat in America? Fat people are ashamed to even anonymously admit they are fat.
Let me give you an example of how people treat fat people. I was at the dollar store one day buying sand buckets for a trip to the beach with my kids. From the cash register line I had direct sight of a young man, probably in his early 20’s, trying to get his dog to stay in the truck bed while he went shopping. The dog wasn’t a puppy, but he wasn’t fully trained yet. Every time the guy walked away from the truck the dog would jump out and follow him. On the third time, the guy picked up the dog by his head and threw him in the truck bed and started screaming at him. By this time, I had paid and was about to go next door to the grocery store for some beach day yummies. I debated whether or not to say anything to the guy and decided to let it go.
I ran into the store and bought some strawberries and bottled water. It didn’t take much time at all before I was back in the cash register line and watching the moron and his dog. I saw this horrible excuse for a person ball up his fist and punch that poor dog in the face three times. Then he screamed something else and walked into the grocery store. By this time, I was fit to be tied. That idiot and his tits-on-a-stick girlfriend, who never once said or did anything to get her “man” to stop being cruel to the dog, walked right in front of me. Here’s what happened next…
“Hey! There are other more effective ways to train an animal without punching it and throwing it around.”
“What did you say to me?
“What I meant to say was, ‘If I ever see you be cruel to an innocent animal again, I will call the police and have charges brought up against you.”
“Why don’t you just mind your own damn business?”
“It is my business if you are abusing an animal that may someday have enough of it and attack another human being, possibly a kid..”
“Look, (insert nasty foul word here)! Why don’t you just go and eat another double cheeseburger and leave people alone?”
That’s what he came up with. A double cheeseburger. He is abusing an animal and I should go eat a cheeseburger. Like insulting my appearance and assuming he knows how I got this way outweighs the fact that he is a rotten human being. So I said to him,
“That’s really clever. You have just convinced everyone in this grocery store of what an imbecile you really are. If you can’t be kind to other people, at lease be kind to animals, or it will come back to bite you in the ass.”
And I left and went to the beach where several kind people tried to roll me back into the water before I dried out and died.
Look! It's Captain B. McCrea of the Axiom in the movie Wall*E
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