where does the Taylor ham go?

Do I slap on the cheese and hope it melts?
>:)

A fatty?

I'm fat. You can say I'm weak for not doing anything about it, and you'd probably be right, but in any event, I don't have a lot of a sense of humor about my own condition. I support freedom of speech, but what kind of market are you writing for here? The term 'fatty' isn't so glib and integral to the story that it had a mission to make it out of your pinhead and onto the page.

Dang, let's not be hatin' on the fatties.

Maybe I like eating two of them, huh?

Oh shove it, C Dresden. I clock in at 230 pounds myself, and at least I grew up. It wasn't meant to offend, unless you're a retard (oops! My Freedom of Speech slipped!)

Yeah, I have a condition. I drank a shit-ton of sodas and ate at McDonald's often, but you know what? I stopped. Started eating better two months ago and I've already dropped 25 pounds.

You don't like being fat. So fix it. Some aren't able to, but I wager you're easily able to, except that you spend more time being depressed about your shit than to actually DO anything about it. Quit pretending like you're with the other people that have actual disorders and can't help it. You make me freakin sick!

Fat people are a reserve food source for those who can run faster.

fat people are harder to kidnap

It's true, you get less tolerant of fat people who are defensive or whiny about their condition when you're a reformed fatty. I'm in the process of losing 110 lbs, I've already lost 75. It's not as hard as you'd think, you get used to and crave exercise after the first couple of months. Now it's hard to look at someone who refuses to try and give them sympathy, because if my fat ass could do it, your fat ass can do it too.

I was never fat, but I was extremely lazy and had a terrible diet of junk food and pop (and lots of beer). I never exercised and my problem ended up being not having any energy to do anything outside of the bare necessities, which was a chore in itself. My brother pushed my ass to go to the gym, and it was motivation in itself that he was two years younger and had 40 pounds of muscle on me. I've been working out regularly for just over a year and a half and have started eating a lot healthier (I still have a ways to go with my diet though, especially with consistency) but I have definitely transformed myself, greater self esteem, MUCH more energy, and I love working out now. With that said, I know how incredibly difficult starting up is, motivating yourself and finding the drive to make the change. I can tell you C Dresden, that give it a couple of months and you won't look back. You'll only wonder why you didn't do it sooner. I only have 10 more pounds of muscle to put on and I have caught up to my brother, and then another 5 to reclaim my throne as the bigger brother :p.

LOL @ C Dresden.

"Ohh, I'm a tub of lard, so you can't say 'fatty' on the internet. I'm well aware that I COULD do something about my disgustingly unhealthy state of being, but that would require work and will power; which I find even more offending than the word 'fatty' itself.

Being the highly important person that I am (enough so to dictate which words others are and are not allowed to use), I feel that the world at large owes me -- a life of slothfulness and gluttony without such abominable discrimination. Those around me should be forced to gaze upon my cellulite form, in all its grotesque, sweaty glory.

Any person with a viewpoint that contradicts this decree should be considered unintelligent, if not drawn and quartered, for ever considering that a six-pack could be in any way superior to a fully-stocked bar.

While I do uphold the facade of supporting so-called "free" speech (ha!), this applies only to words that do not point out my tremendous ignorance of discipline and respect of self. I also fail to recognize that fatness is looked down upon socially with good reason, and still refuse to change my ways. I do, however, accept that I will die of heart complications several decades before a healthier, more active version of myself would. This, however, would still be more preferable to a life of "working out". Eugh."

Paraphrase'd.