Food for thought.
Suicide by food is one of the more insidious ways to kill one?s self. On the one hand, it is a very public display; people who suffer from eating too much can be seen, literally, a quarter mile away. You can smoke crack, shoot heroin, or drink like a fish and a lot of the time nobody can tell?especially if you are having a ?good? day in terms of dealing with your addiction. Those who suffer from eating disorders, or as we say, fps (fat pig syndrome), can blot out the sun at the beach when we walk by all those who understand portion control and exercise. What people seldom see is the agony that an fps sufferer undergoes when eating that tenth piece of cake or that half-gallon of ice cream?all alone.
Do not let them fool you; the fps sufferer is NOT ?big-boned? or has a ?slow metabolism? or has ?thyroid problems??the fact is, they cannot and will not try to stop the steady march of high-calorie foods into their mouths. They also are NOT like regular people in other aspects of their lives. They have constant problems with bowel movements and gas; have a hard time wiping and keeping one?s self clean because there are places on a fat person that the wash cloth just does not reach. So they end up being smelly as well as fat. Now you can tell when and fps sufferer is coming just by being downwind. Perfume does not cover the odor of un-wiped sh!t.
What is particularly troublesome is when fps sufferers try to get public ?acceptance.? Getting ADA status is absurd; one does not choose to have ms, or epilepsy, or to be blind or deaf. But one DOES choose to be fat; every time an fps sufferer opens their mouth and shoves sh!t into it, they have made a choice. I laugh at them when they try to convince people to accept them. They are no more deserving of acceptance than the person who puts a gun in their mouth and pulls the trigger.
Which brings up a point?suicide by food. It is a horrible way to die: Heart attacks, colon cancer, strokes, diabetes are all painful diseases that sometimes take years to play out. Getting out of breath while going up a flight of stairs is a ridiculous waste of effort. Why don?t fps sufferers just eat the gun and get it over with? The answer is fear, and self-loathing. Fps sufferers are like little children emotionally, seeking comfort in foods that work to kill them. IF they truly understood what it was they were doing, they would either try to get help, or get it over with quickly. But they are afraid of acting like adults; and they are afraid of making decisions that would lead to their extended well-being because they hate what and who they are, even as they mold that person by eating another serving. The funniest thing about this cycle is that it is treated differently than most suicide attempts because it is not violent and sudden?but it is a suicide attempt just the same?and it succeeds most of the time:
96% of the chronically obese can not take the weight off and keep it off for a period of more than two years. That is a fact from which no fps sufferer can escape.
It is a vicious cycle: be fat, hate oneself, eat, get fatter, and hate oneself because they are fatter?so they eat some more. It is a horrible, horrible existence. My solution: hypnotherapy. Make the fps sufferer believe that a .357 magnum is actually a PEZ dispenser. The only problem with this theory is that it never makes the fps sufferer come to grips with the fact that the only person responsible for them being fat is themselves. But at least the fps sufferer will be at peace.
Food for thought.
Suicide by food is one of the more insidious ways to kill one?s self. On the one hand, it is a very public display; people who suffer from eating too much can be seen, literally, a quarter mile away. You can smoke crack, shoot heroin, or drink like a fish and a lot of the time nobody can tell?especially if you are having a ?good? day in terms of dealing with your addiction. Those who suffer from eating disorders, or as we say, fps (fat pig syndrome), can blot out the sun at the beach when we walk by all those who understand portion control and exercise. What people seldom see is the agony that an fps sufferer undergoes when eating that tenth piece of cake or that half-gallon of ice cream?all alone.
Do not let them fool you; the fps sufferer is NOT ?big-boned? or has a ?slow metabolism? or has ?thyroid problems??the fact is, they cannot and will not try to stop the steady march of high-calorie foods into their mouths. They also are NOT like regular people in other aspects of their lives. They have constant problems with bowel movements and gas; have a hard time wiping and keeping one?s self clean because there are places on a fat person that the wash cloth just does not reach. So they end up being smelly as well as fat. Now you can tell when and fps sufferer is coming just by being downwind. Perfume does not cover the odor of un-wiped sh!t.
What is particularly troublesome is when fps sufferers try to get public ?acceptance.? Getting ADA status is absurd; one does not choose to have ms, or epilepsy, or to be blind or deaf. But one DOES choose to be fat; every time an fps sufferer opens their mouth and shoves sh!t into it, they have made a choice. I laugh at them when they try to convince people to accept them. They are no more deserving of acceptance than the person who puts a gun in their mouth and pulls the trigger.
Which brings up a point?suicide by food. It is a horrible way to die: Heart attacks, colon cancer, strokes, diabetes are all painful diseases that sometimes take years to play out. Getting out of breath while going up a flight of stairs is a ridiculous waste of effort. Why don?t fps sufferers just eat the gun and get it over with? The answer is fear, and self-loathing. Fps sufferers are like little children emotionally, seeking comfort in foods that work to kill them. IF they truly understood what it was they were doing, they would either try to get help, or get it over with quickly. But they are afraid of acting like adults; and they are afraid of making decisions that would lead to their extended well-being because they hate what and who they are, even as they mold that person by eating another serving. The funniest thing about this cycle is that it is treated differently than most suicide attempts because it is not violent and sudden?but it is a suicide attempt just the same?and it succeeds most of the time:
96% of the chronically obese can not take the weight off and keep it off for a period of more than two years. That is a fact from which no fps sufferer can escape.
It is a vicious cycle: be fat, hate oneself, eat, get fatter, and hate oneself because they are fatter?so they eat some more. It is a horrible, horrible existence. My solution: hypnotherapy. Make the fps sufferer believe that a .357 magnum is actually a PEZ dispenser. The only problem with this theory is that it never makes the fps sufferer come to grips with the fact that the only person responsible for them being fat is themselves. But at least the fps sufferer will be at peace.
Food for thought.
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