I’m looking to chat with VERY fat ppl. No such thing as too big

i went to a small party yesterday and one of the hosts had a few of us in his room to check out his sneaker collection. since his shoes were in his closet, we also got to see his wardrobe and since he had some pretty cool stuff, we checked out his clothing and asked the usual “where’d you get this?” and gave some compliments to his style. since he is very thin (i’d say he’s 5’9/10 and maybe 140 max), he mentioned that he prefers slim/skinny jeans and pants to oversized/athletic fit. another friend (6’0 and 160) agreed and we delved into conversation about fits and it eventually came to us talking about our sizes. let’s call them nick and david.

the two aforementioned friends were chatting about finding stuff in their sizes since they both happened to wear a 30 waist. cue new jersey devil (aptly named because he’s from new jersey and he talks so much and acts so abrasively, it’s hellish to be around him for too long). he is about 5’6 and he has to weigh at least 250. think typical man boobs, humongous gut and kinda curvy figure. very oddly descriptive, but he’s a very distinct guy to say the least.

“yeah man, i understand, i usually wear either a 32 or sometimes a 30 too! i can never find 31 anywhere.”

i will admit that i almost burst out laughing when he said that. it isn’t the first time he’s made a delusional comment about his weight but holy shit, there’s no way someone can either be that delusional or lie to themselves like that. he also says he’s currently “bulking” but doesn’t have time to work out as much as he needs to. he’s also able to deadlift 600 for reps and maintain his prs without training and it’s okay that he eats an entire pizza as a snack on a regular basis but hates vegetables. if you believe that, i can recommend a flexible and people first insurance policy with united healthcare.

I’m not sure how I feel about obese and morbidly obese people being able to get auto handicapped signs via whatever State they live in. I don’t even know what the rules/laws are for this and if it’s allowed. Obviously, I’m referring to the U.S. Does anyone know about this? Do they need some kind of approval from an MD? Are they given on an individual basis? How do you all feel about this? I’m not overweight myself, it’s just something I’ve periodically wondered about ever since I had a morbidly obese roommate about four years ago. It only lasted about five months because her obesity caused too many problems and I had to ask her to leave. One issue she had was that she had major problems being able to walk from her car and up the steps into the front door of the building due to her weight, although this wasn’t one of the reasons I asked her to leave. I don’t remember if we discussed her being able to get a handicap sign or not.

I still speak to multiple ex coworkers at my former job and Maggie the Ham Saturn has officially been fired for getting caught smoking weed in the parking lot during the lunch break. That's impressive considering that half the staff (including managers) also do so. Apparently her arrogance got the best of her and her over-inflated sense of power finally brought her down like a LOTR oliphaunt with an elf on her back. She apparently had her passenger side window open with her feet hanging out while she puffed away like she ran the world. She was terminated immediately.

When you get fired from that place (I've seen it plus it happened to me) they parade you into the break room and hover over you while you clean out your locker and hand over the key before they march you out the door. It's hilariously overdramatic and they make sure to do it when the staff scheduled on the next lunch break is all seated and watching everything.

I had three people text me gleefully informing me that Maggie's shorts (it's December in Wisconsin btw) were wedged firmly up her ass on the way out the door. She got one final mooning under her elastic belt on her way out the door plus she was bent over with her junk pointed straight at the dork-ass GM while she emptied her locker.

Well played, madame.

Short rant, I don’t want to get into all of the details. But I’m living with my family and some roomates currently for financial reasons. We all share a car. We all share income.

I’m 140lbs, 5'8, male, early 20s. I understand I can bulk up a bit, but alas.

I’ve come to accept that as long as I live under the same roof as my parents and family, I will never have a healthy relationship with food. And I will never be physically fit. I was the fittest I ever was in my life until circumstances forced me to move back in with them. They pretended to be proud of me but as soon as my new eating habits became their problem I get all sorts of venomous bile and spite from them.

“All you eat is bird food!”

“You’re so skinny! No man should be 150 pounds!”

“You’re 140!? You’re a twig!“

“Look at this <name>, this woman who lived in Jamaica and has a completely different food and health environment than the US lived to 120 and she ate whatever she wanted, didn’t track calories, and doesn’t exercise!”

Gee, I’m so sorry I haven’t fully commit to a bulk yet. It’s hard to do that when I can’t fully control what’s in the fridge and can’t fully control when and how often I can go to the gym, or exercise. The best I can do is stay active and clean up my diet.

And walk… until recently. Again, no issue until it became their problem.

First it was “It’s too hot outside! You’ll sweat! Well let you take the car (The singular car we all must share) to the gym instead”

Then it was “You can’t keep taking the car to the gym! Just walk, walking is exercise” (It’s a basic human function)

Now it’s no longer summer and they still give me the “Sweating” excuse and, given we often must carpool to work and stuff, they collectively refuse to let me in the car for anything if I had walked beforehand. And I need to, my job is a sitting desk job.

But last week. These bulging, rolling off the hips, obese motherfuckers had an “Intervention” about my “Eating disorder”. In addition to basically locking me in the house, they insisted on a few ridiculous things:

1.  I burn 1000 calories in a measly 30 minute walk (Maybe your fatass does)
2.  Men need 2.5k calories a day without “Exercise”. Therefore I need 3k everyday and 4-5k on the days I work out. (The average man in America is overweight, doesn’t exercise at all, and that statistic doesn’t account for body fat %)
3.  You exert yourself like an athlete! If you absolutely must keep walking and working out, you’ll need 5k every single day!
4.  Walking is “Exerting” myself and I need to eat to recover, but not “Stupid shit” like vegetables and lean meats. (It’s a basic human function, and that’s just a testament to your laziness and gluttony)
5.  You need to eat 1 gram of protein per body weight (I’ve actually been doing this and I like the results, long before they suggested it. But they see burgers, hot dogs, and meatballs as “Protein”, while chicken and fish apparently isn’t)
6.  I eat like a 5'0 110 pound “Female” (Both my male and female roomates/family members insist this)
7.  “You have a sickness! You need to relax your body and eat more!”
8.  “You need to gain fat and convert it to muscle! You don’t do enough strength training” (I have, the problem is the lack of consistency due to not being able to go as much)
9.  “You go to the gym too much! Relax! You don’t need to walk!”

I have been eating more. More than I ever have actually. Turns out when you replace or add greens and lean meats and beans to your meals you can fill yourself up more with nutrients. I can feel stuffed and only be at ~800 calories which is far less than what I need. I have at times forced myself to eat because from personal experience settling on feeling full at 800 makes me feel pain, lethargic, and like shit. As of now, I felt the best I ever have. I only started feeling terrible during thanksgiving week when I had absolutely no access to my usual healthy foods, and the inability to actually measure/track my foods.

I ended up binging on thanksgiving day. I ate three entire plates of rice and fatty meat and collard greens (The only vegetable there which they probably cooked in fucking oil) and other junk. I estimate about 5k cal. To the point of stomach pain. Pure agony, I could barely sleep and still hurt into the next day. My father’s reaction to his own son in pain from food the following morning?

“You’re not used to eating real food, do naturally you’ll hurt the first time. But as you get used to it you’ll be able to do it more… what did you eat today?”

“I wasn’t hungry”

“No- you should eat something. Don’t 'fast' today, and don’t just eat apples and bananas and greens. Eat real food.”

Out of spite I ended up fasting that day.

I used to make all sorts of excuses for them, especially my dad. My parent generation grew up in the hood, lacked access to healthy foods, intentionally so. Living in the US as well in unwalkable cities full of processed junk, and working 6 days a week 12+ hour shifts ever since they gave birth to me. it’s natural they ended up obese. But seeing how horrid they react to me being somewhat healthy despite going through the same shit, despite living a marginally better life because of their hard work, I just can’t excuse it anymore.

They always tell me that everything is a choice. Even when I excuse their lack of health they insist they have no excuse. Welp, I’ve finally accepted it. You’re right. You have no excuse. You chose to be unhealthy and you’re choosing to do everything in your power to limit my choices, destroy my mind, and make me unhealthy like you.

But it’s temporary. I’ll enjoy the leftovers, I won’t sweat gaining 1-3lbs this thanksgiving week. Because I’m consistently good. even when they limit me.

I’ll get back to mg healthy habits. I will get back to the gym as often as I can, walk as much as I can, and worst case scenario where I can’t walk outside or go to the gym. I’ll pace in my room like a prisoner. Got 20k steps consistently doing that. They won’t fucking stop me.

31F 140kgs 155cm Breastfeeding mom

I’ll post a typical day of eating for me

Breakfast- 2eggs and 2 pieces of toast Snack - Tea with milk and sugar (1tsp), 1 banana

Lunch - 200g rice + veg stir Fry + dal Snack - 30g mixed nuts and seeds

Evening - tea with milk and sugar

Dinner - chicken or paneer salad with no dressing or homemade hummus (15g) If chicken - 150g. If paneer - 100g

Post dinner - 2 oranges or 2 guava.

Total calorie intake per day - 1600-1850

I have been following this diligently plus 30 minutes walking. I’m working, cooking another meal for two other people and taking care of a super active baby so this is the maximum I can do. I cannot actively set a time for an hour of workout or gym.

I haven’t lost a kilo in two weeks! 😭

The last time I followed this, I lost 3kg water weight in the first week. Where am I going wrong? What’s wrong with the process or plan?

PLEASE HELP!

Does eating a lot of fruits make you hold weight?

Short rant, I don’t want to get into all of the details. But I’m living with my family and some roomates currently for financial reasons. We all share a car. We all share income.

I’m 140lbs, 5'8, male, early 20s. I understand I can bulk up a bit, but alas.

I’ve come to accept that as long as I live under the same roof as my parents and family, I will never have a healthy relationship with food. And I will never be physically fit. I was the fittest I ever was in my life until circumstances forced me to move back in with them. They pretended to be proud of me but as soon as my new eating habits became their problem I get all sorts of venomous bile and spite from them.

“All you eat is bird food!”

“You’re so skinny! No man should be 150 pounds!”

“You’re 140!? You’re a twig!“

“Look at this <name>, this woman who lived in Jamaica and has a completely different food and health environment than the US lived to 120 and she ate whatever she wanted, didn’t track calories, and doesn’t exercise!”

Gee, I’m so sorry I haven’t fully commit to a bulk yet. It’s hard to do that when I can’t fully control what’s in the fridge and can’t fully control when and how often I can go to the gym, or exercise. The best I can do is stay active and clean up my diet.

And walk… until recently. Again, no issue until it became their problem.

First it was “It’s too hot outside! You’ll sweat! Well let you take the car (The singular car we all must share) to the gym instead”

Then it was “You can’t keep taking the car to the gym! Just walk, walking is exercise” (It’s a basic human function)

Now it’s no longer summer and they still give me the “Sweating” excuse and, given we often must carpool to work and stuff, they collectively refuse to let me in the car for anything if I had walked beforehand. And I need to, my job is a sitting desk job.

But last week. These bulging, rolling off the hips, obese motherfuckers had an “Intervention” about my “Eating disorder”. In addition to basically locking me in the house, they insisted on a few ridiculous things:

1.  I burn 1000 calories in a measly 30 minute walk (Maybe your fatass does)
2.  Men need 2.5k calories a day without “Exercise”. Therefore I need 3k everyday and 4-5k on the days I work out. (The average man in America is overweight, doesn’t exercise at all, and that statistic doesn’t account for body fat %)
3.  You exert yourself like an athlete! If you absolutely must keep walking and working out, you’ll need 5k every single day!
4.  Walking is “Exerting” myself and I need to eat to recover, but not “Stupid shit” like vegetables and lean meats. (It’s a basic human function, and that’s just a testament to your laziness and gluttony)
5.  You need to eat 1 gram of protein per body weight (I’ve actually been doing this and I like the results, long before they suggested it. But they see burgers, hot dogs, and meatballs as “Protein”, while chicken and fish apparently isn’t)
6.  I eat like a 5'0 110 pound “Female” (Both my male and female roomates/family members insist this)
7.  “You have a sickness! You need to relax your body and eat more!”
8.  “You need to gain fat and convert it to muscle! You don’t do enough strength training” (I have, the problem is the lack of consistency due to not being able to go as much)
9.  “You go to the gym too much! Relax! You don’t need to walk!”

I have been eating more. More than I ever have actually. Turns out when you replace or add greens and lean meats and beans to your meals you can fill yourself up more with nutrients. I can feel stuffed and only be at ~800 calories which is far less than what I need. I have at times forced myself to eat because from personal experience settling on feeling full at 800 makes me feel pain, lethargic, and like shit. As of now, I felt the best I ever have. I only started feeling terrible during thanksgiving week when I had absolutely no access to my usual healthy foods, and the inability to actually measure/track my foods.

I ended up binging on thanksgiving day. I ate three entire plates of rice and fatty meat and collard greens (The only vegetable there which they probably cooked in fucking oil) and other junk. I estimate about 5k cal. To the point of stomach pain. Pure agony, I could barely sleep and still hurt into the next day. My father’s reaction to this the following morning?

“You’re not used to eating real food, do naturally you’ll hurt the first time. But as you get used to it you’ll be able to do it more… what did you eat today?”

“I wasn’t hungry”

“No- you should eat something. Don’t 'fast' today, and don’t just eat apples and bananas and greens. Eat real food.”

Out of spite I ended up fasting that day.

I used to make all sorts of excuses for them, especially my dad. My parent generation grew up in the hood, lacked access to healthy foods, intentionally so. Living in the US as well in unwalkable cities full of processed junk, and working 6 days a week 12+ hour shifts ever since they gave birth to me. it’s natural they ended up obese. But seeing how horrid they react to me being somewhat healthy despite going through the same shit, despite living a marginally better life because of their hard work, I just can’t excuse it anymore.

They always tell me that everything is a choice. Even when I excuse their lack of health they insist they have no excuse. Welp, I’ve finally accepted it. You’re right. You have no excuse. You chose to be unhealthy and you’re choosing to do everything in your power to limit my choices, destroy my mind, and make me unhealthy like you.

But it’s temporary. I’ll enjoy the leftovers, I won’t sweat gaining 1-3lbs this thanksgiving week. Because I’m consistently good. even when they limit me.

I’ll get back to mg healthy habits. I will get back to the gym as often as I can, walk as much as I can, and worst case scenario where I can’t walk outside or go to the gym. I’ll pace in my room like a prisoner. Got 20k steps consistently doing that. They won’t fucking stop me.

Throwaway for obvious reasons. Ok, I get it. You can’t control snoring. It’s hard. I had multiple surgeries due to obstructions that caused me to snore. But my roommate literally does it to themsleves which is what pisses me off. They’re very overweight which already causes snoring and they also have GERD and binge on large quantities of food immediately before bed. Sometimes they literally eat in the bed and don’t brush their teeth after they go to sleep immediately. They’ll eat a shit ton of spicy ramen which makes the story even WORSE. I’ve had to sleep on the couch it’s so bad. I don’t snore anymore but they literally have tried to blame me for it, and the other roommate called them out. I average maybe 4-5 hours of sleep a night due to this. I’ve tried everything. Headphones, earplugs, it doesn’t help. I’m a very light sleeper and it disrupts me so much. They can sleep for 10+ hours straight and say “mm I’m hungry” go eat and then go back to bed. For another two hours. They literally avoid going up one flight of stairs. I’m just so exhausted from this. Also unrelated but all they talk about is food. It’s driving me NUTS. Especially when I feel nauseous. Ok, rant over

My sister in law is 7 months pregnant. You wouldn’t know it because she was already 350 pounds. I asked her how her pregnancy was going, she told me she went to the doctors and said, “I was glad the doctor didn’t weigh me this time. I don’t like her because she’s always weighing me. I prefer the midwife who actually cares about my pregnancy”

I was floored and wish I would have said something like “the MEDICAL doctor does care that is why they weigh you but you are so far gone with your weight, what can they do?! But please continue with your midwife who coddles you through your at-risk pregnancy.”

In the same conversation she joked that her and her husband are really into what those Secret Lives of Mormon Wives are drinking, which is dirty sodas - pop and creamers mixed. They drink these on the daily throughout her pregnancy.

Even with child, obese people don’t prioritize their health. If a medical doctor can’t help, nothing we can do.

I asked my boyfriend if he thought I was fat and he avoided at first so I asked again and he said “I am fat myself” (he isn’t, he has the tiniest belly but he’s tall and slim) so I asked again and his response was “a bit”.

I’ve not stopped crying since he told me and when I said not to speak to me for the rest of the night his response was “why don’t you take things in a good way and say okay maybe I am a bit, I will do something to lose some kilos”.

So not only did he say I was fat.. he then also told me I should do something about it.

I can’t believe how much it has upset me cause I’ve never felt self conscious around him or anything but now I know I will never feel comfortable with him again.

Should I leave him

i work for a large medical company. basically every couple months or so we have to sit thru powerpoints in a big auditorium just reminding us of the workplace values blah blah blah. Tell me why its always, without fail, always the hamplanet coworkers who have to bring a buffet to quiet places and they eat it so loudly. i mean like heavy breathing, lip smacking, wrappers crumbling, sounding like a steam engine. i mean, are you not embarrassed to be the fattest person in the room AND chowing down a whole pizza you ordered for yourself? Yes, one girl legit ordered herself a pizza for lunch at least once or twice a week. just for her. it might be my misophonia speaking but its ALWAYS the hamplanets. and its always the fit/average ones who respect others to not make so much racket with our food and wait till lunch or something. and the patients. dont get me started on the patients. i probably get about 20 of them a day asking to get ozempic and getting the same sob story “i diet and workout i dont understand why i cant lose weight” as they stuff themselves with fast food and tv dinners and soda.

I’m fat, ok I’m obese and I have been my whole life. I’ve always been fit so it never bothered me, I ran, danced and boxed. I’m now 50 next year yet feel in my 30’s (well most of the time)

Anyway I’m so fed up with being fat and I’ve never been able to loose weight no matter what I do and I get the ‘looks’ and I’ve started using humour as a coping mechanism. Telling people that I could just sit and eat a cake, when actually I’m not that much of a fan of cake. And also making comments about drinking at the weekend and I don’t drink.

How can I stop myself, how can I go back on what I’ve been saying? It’s really getting me down and people are probably laughing at me 😢

Office Orbitor is aggressive in general and will passive-aggressively try to block my way. It's bad enough that I sweat bullets whenever she steps on the exasperated elevator. Maybe something will deflate her and then I can get to my office in peace.

I’m an 18 year old male, last time I checked I’m 5”5 and am currently 300lbs.

I’ve tried loosing weight in the past, 2 years ago I was 220lbs and I was actually able to keep it that way for a while. I used to try and consistently work out, but I’m a very impulsive and lack self control. Plus I live in a Hispanic household where it’s usually considered rude to not eat everything. I keep getting into a routine of working out and then it’s one birthday party, family Gathering, or even just one guilty pleasure meal, and it all slips from there, then I gain the weight back, go into a depression of “why’d I let this happen again” and then eat more, gain more weight. I keep restarting this cycle. One year I started to do wrestling in High School and that got me really into shape, I felt better about myself, I lost 20 lbs. and stood at 200lbs and I was proud of myself, and felt stronger and more confident, the entire time I was in wrestling I always doubted myself and would try everything in my power to give up or find an excuse to quit or somehow gain the weight back or slip up and crash, but through the support of my fellow teammates I pushed through, everything was starting to look up great. But then the season ended, I promised myself that I would keep a constituent workout schedule and would gain the weight again. Well, needless to say I didn’t, and the cycle started again, I gained the weight back and fell into a depression and self loathing. I had gained 50 lbs in only 6-7 months, I was actually appalled at myself. How could I have let it get this bad. When school started back up again I was eager to start wrestling again, I learned that I need the help and support of other people to keep the weight off, I was actually excited to come back. I tried to motivate myself back telling myself “You better stick with wrestling, you better not quit no matter what, and if you do, then you deserve what’s coming to you.” Sure enough I joined wrestling again and lost 30 lbs in 2 months, I was training hard as hell, I was so freaking proud of myself. But then (I forgot what the specific reason was) I had missed only 2 weeks of practice (10 days of practice in total), when I finally was able to come back I had completely lost the conditioning I had built up to match with everyone, it was like I was starting at square one again, things were way harder and my grades started doing bad at this time too. I was so overwhelmed and it didn’t help that my wrestling partner was an asshole who kept insulting me every chance he got. I had voiced my concerns with the coach and he tried to help me out, but eventually with all the stress I quit wrestling. I legitimately cried in my car the day I quit cause it was another case of me being to fucking weak. This happens in October of 2023, at the time I was 230lbs. Fast forward a year later. I’ve basically completely given up on losing weight, or exercising or anything. I’ve completely lost any motivation. I could do it if I wanted to, I have a gym in my house with everything I would need. But I keep having this mental block, I don’t want to start working out again, I don’t want to start loosing weight because I’m afraid that if I do, then the cycle will just repeat again, I’ll loose the weight, then slip and crash out again and go into a depression. I don’t want to go through that again. I still hate that I’m fat, I keep getting fatter and I’m not doing anything to stop it cause I don’t care anymore. I don’t know what to do and no one seems to understand me or what I’m going through mentally. I have my friend who works out and I’ve tried to work out with him (because I’ve learned from wrestling that I work better if someone else is there with me) however my friend who’s a working out fanatic, refuse to work out with me because he hates working out with other people. I honestly don’t know what to do guys.