To be honest, the older I get the more confused i become as to why there is so much fuss about others being fat or obesity in general.
What I'm going to type below, is of course no excuse for complete Jabbas that will eat tons of sweets and crazy amount of fast food. It's more of a stance on behalf of most of obese people who become fat with age, because their metabolism goes to pot.
I'm guilty of it myself. I was super skinny dude most of my early life. I was never into daily sports, always had relatively sedate lifestyle, was a popular kid in school but more a bookworm than jock. I could eat anything, in any volume and never got fat. I wasn't overeating or going crazy on food, but never had to watch calories. What I mean is, if after my regular three meals a day i found there was a half a kilo bag of monkey nuts on kitchen table I could eat it all in one go, without gaining even a fraction of a pound, whereas today I would be well aware that this is an equivalent of additional daily calorie intake in a single bag.
Trouble of course is, your teenage habits stay with you for the rest of your life, at least for most of us, whereas your body's ability to process the food doesn't. In my life, and most of my family, friends and co-workers will vouch for that, I don't actually eat that much, at least not "on paper". My food, my calorie intake, my lifestyle and habits aren't much different to what it was at the age of 25, when I was a little over half my current weight. I usually eat two "proper" meals a day, plus single banana in the morning. Proper lunch (say - chilli con carne with rice) around three o'clock, three sandwiches and some fruits for dinner. Portions aren't gigantic. My calorie intake almost never exceed 2000-2500 calories per day. But it's enough to trap my 67kg self in 120kg body for over a decade. But it gets worse.
I've knocked my weight down to about 90kg several times in the last decade. The amount of work and sacrifice required to shed 30kg in my case were so vast and spread across so many months that in retrospect, I think most of people attempting long term diets do more damage to their body and psyche than they would by just remaining "unhealthy" fat. I attempted diets that would in long run create chemical burns and eczemas on my hands (side effect of prolonged kethosis on high protein/low carb diets), made me incredibly mentally exhausted and sleepy (any diet where 90% of daily food is salads, veg and cottage cheese) or introduce violent mood swings (long term slim fast stuff had that effect on me). I was never adrenaline fan, I hate long term physical exhaustion because prone to hypertension from birth after adrenaline rush is over I get wicked stomping headaches, my eyes go half a diopter out of focus and my hands shake like a parkinson patient. Despite that, several times while on diets I attempted regular gym sessions, hated every minute of it, ruined most of my evenings, swimming is about the only thing I enjoy, to a degree. Water makes it worth the headaches, screwed vision and trembling hands for the reminder of the day. In return exercise would make me even more hungry, making dieting a proper challenge.
But then came the realisation. I spent 10 years trying to be the way I used to, back when I was 25. 10 years of diets, irregular eating, headaches, mood swings and shaking hands. Tofu, soya, byproducts, questionable textures, funny tastes, revolting shakes. Watching people around me eat and complement gorgeous food in restaurant while I play around with my beep looking salad. Dog breath, unbalanced PH levels in my mouth that would melt evicrol fillings. Ups, downs, yo-yos and crazy, just crazy amount of clothing in constant rotation. For what? Isn't not particularly healthy, it's definitely not pleasant. Even if I succeed for a while it will never, ever, ever, like not ever, allow me to go back to normal life, with normal eating and normal routine. So it's all basically for some sort of social norm that expects me to be slim and thin. Let me tell you. I'm 38 now and I say - ef that. I wasn't Brad Pitt in a first place. I'm not a swinger or a serial dater so the whole "more attractive" thing is not a big deal ti me. I'm not a porn star or nude model, so I don't need to be slim for my professional career. So why would I keep doing this crazy es for the rest of my life? For what? I'm a busy man with very little time in life. With the little time that I have I'd rather read a book or watch a movie than run to nowhere on a threadmill or pedal to nowhere just to feel like es. I decided not to play this game anymore, not full fill the social norm. I'm going to stay fat. Whole 120kg. Now, as an effect I might not be able to get any complements about my tushy, I'm not going to be more popular with exterior conscious ladies. I might not be able to bed your skinny wife behind your back. I will still have to walk sideways through most of British doorways, wear braces so I don't show off bum crack each time I bend more than 10 degrees forward and do the same ingenious comedy routine full of uffing and puffing, dangerous creaking and jeans stretching, the whole nine yards of michelin man blobby pirouettes each time I drop something and have to pick it up. But ef me, let me tell you, I am going to be so much happier outside of skinny social norms.
Now, where did I drop that taco….
