Off-Topic Deathfat Encounters IRL - This thread is not your personal army.

Recently flew with a family member who’s lost some weight, but plane seats still a bit tight for them (hard to be both tall and overweight).

Unfortunately they ended up next to a very obese person who was probably 50-75 pounds heavier, and shorter. I had wanted to sit next to my friend so that I could have a window seat, but I guess it was better I was in the middle between two yoked dudes than trying to squeeze myself into half a seat against the fuselage. It was annoying to have to bend forwards for space, but neither of them was sitting on me!
 
I remember back in 2020 during the pandemic panic shopping, I saw one very fat man on a mobility scooter, with huge packs of Dr. Pepper hanging off either side of his cart. That’s not the doctor you need if you are too fat to walk!

I sometimes feel bad for fatasses but they truly do it themselves.
 
Guy I worked with at my first job. Man is an absolute unit at 6’2” 400+lbs. He’s the oldest morbidly obese person I’ve ever seen, just turning 60 when I started working with him in 2019.

Like most deathfats he has a tragic backstory. In the 80s he was built like Arnold Schwarzenegger, was a Marine, fought in the Gulf War, and was the foreman of the plant for years. Then in the early 2000s he got forced by the company to go to a supplier’s factory in China despite having a crippling fear of flying. He had a PTSD-induced breakdown on the flight, came home, took a lesser role at the plant, and gained 200lbs in 2 years.

He’s a bit of an office lolcow, obviously because of his size and his antics. He’s a very soft-spoken, gentle person which makes the dumb things he unintentionally does even funnier. He clicked on an obvious phishing email leading to the entire company getting attacked with ransomware. He used to play music at his desk from his crappy little radio until our old boss smashed it in a fit of rage. His pant legs were prone to rolling up, revealing his gigantic, purple cankles. He would grunt and sigh constantly, leading to everyone in the shop acting out their own breathy impersonation of him.

My first job at the company was to work with him, so I got to be in his office all day experience all the mannerisms. It was a month of groaning and clicking at the computer, getting up only for Wendy’s in the afternoon and 3-4 cigarette breaks a day. He was a chainsmoker, too. That led to a heart attack at work in 2019, and humiliatingly he had to get carted out of the office in a stretcher. That scared him into having gastric bypass surgery in 2020. Unfortunately he didn’t lose much weight and he’s still around the same size.

Thank God he’s still kicking, working for us and planning to finally retire this year.
I genuinely respect him immensely and wish him well. He’s genuinely a good man and he deserves so much better. Hope others can appreciate his story.
 
In the 80s he was built like Arnold Schwarzenegger, was a Marine, fought in the Gulf War, and was the foreman of the plant for years. Then in the early 2000s he got forced by the company to go to a supplier’s factory in China despite having a crippling fear of flying. He had a PTSD-induced breakdown on the flight,
"Support the troops (until they come home)"
-USA
 
"Support the troops (until they come home)"
-USA

Funny because I knew a Desert Storm veteran in an office job I had back in the early 00’s. He was probably pushing 500lbs, swollen huge purple ankles, etc. He ate all the time. Nicest man ever. He got gastric bypass and lost a ton of weight, and was far healthier and happier. He said he had been gassed over there, or had Gulf War Syndrome or something, which was why he was fat. I saw a pic of him back in the war days and he was fit and trim. I was so happy he lost a lot of weight and lived his life. I hope he’s doing ok now.

That office job had a TON of hugely obese people and many got WLS, with varying degrees of success. I wish I had pics, but this was a long time ago.

My friend’s stepmother got gastric bypass/WLS twice and was still fat. I guess she ate through/around it. She also had a mustache. Idk where she is now. Perhaps dead. Idk if my friend even knows because she stopped talking to her when her father passed away almost 20yrs ago now.
 
I think a lot of the reason former military/athletes tend to pork out is during their young and active days they were eating a metric ton every day and also burning it off consistently with hard relentless activity. When the activity ceases, they don't realize to reduce their caloric consumption accordingly because let's be honest, eating is fun.
 
Eating is fun but did you ever watch someone of a ‘certain size’ eat a meal? They eat so fast, it’s kind of shocking. My obese family member can finish a meal before I’ve had time to cut a chicken cutlet. I began to notice this at restaurants, large people eating like it’s a race to bottom of the plate. Maybe because I’m a talker and a meal out is for me, a social event but I can’t finish a restaurant meal and feel a little guilty not offering my leftovers to my larger family members. My leftovers can be another meal tomorrow so it’s not like it going to waste.
 
Eating is fun but did you ever watch someone of a ‘certain size’ eat a meal? They eat so fast, it’s kind of shocking. My obese family member can finish a meal before I’ve had time to cut a chicken cutlet. I began to notice this at restaurants, large people eating like it’s a race to bottom of the plate. Maybe because I’m a talker and a meal out is for me, a social event but I can’t finish a restaurant meal and feel a little guilty not offering my leftovers to my larger family members. My leftovers can be another meal tomorrow so it’s not like it going to waste.
I suspect a lot of them are so fat because they can't slow down, they don't get a whole lot of enjoyment out of savoring the dish, appreciating the flavor or texture or smell or getting a real pleasure out of the food itself... Maybe a little bit of pleasure out of eating something they prefer, sure, but for most of them it's purely the act of eating itself that makes them feel good, putting something in their mouth and filling up and they feel good only when doing it, all other experience aspects of a meal hardly matter
It's also why you see fatties eat such shit food
Why pay for high quality cheese that you can enjoy in little bites, a bit at a time, maybe on a cracker beside a glass of wine? If all that makes you happy is shoveling food in, you may as well get the BIG FUCK YOU 2 POUND BLOCK OF GENERIC GOVERNMENT CHEESE, it'll last longer, it doesn't taste like much but that and a few jars of hot dogs will keep you happier than some slices of brie and a couple of grapes
 
Eating is fun but did you ever watch someone of a ‘certain size’ eat a meal? They eat so fast, it’s kind of shocking. My obese family member can finish a meal before I’ve had time to cut a chicken cutlet. I began to notice this at restaurants, large people eating like it’s a race to bottom of the plate. Maybe because I’m a talker and a meal out is for me, a social event but I can’t finish a restaurant meal and feel a little guilty not offering my leftovers to my larger family members. My leftovers can be another meal tomorrow so it’s not like it going to waste.
Some definitely bolt their food, but I've also seen others who lingeringly enjoy every bite and make a big meal last forever. Also a good friend of mine gulps down food and drink (and especially sweets) so quickly I ask him if he even tastes it, and he's normal sized. I'm not sure there is any real correlation here.
 
Some definitely bolt their food, but I've also seen others who lingeringly enjoy every bite and make a big meal last forever. Also a good friend of mine gulps down food and drink (and especially sweets) so quickly I ask him if he even tastes it, and he's normal sized. I'm not sure there is any real correlation here.
Maybe. I do have one friend, who is 4’11”, 90 pounds maybe , eats like a shrew -like twice her body weight in a day. She can suck down 45oz sugar filled cola, a double or triple cheeseburger, large fries and most of my fries. It’s kind of amazing, I buy her lunch when we go out just for show.
 
am thankful for a generous boss and great coworkers... but I don't want to sit around eating French fries all day
Urgh. You shouldnt have to but I’d invent a medical issue. How’s it going? Maybe your gallstones give you hell unless you eat plain?
I don't like legal overreach into workplaces, but I'm open to the idea that office food-pushers are committing harassment based on "disability or perceived disability" (already illegal). They'll claim they think someone has an eating disorder if they dont eat the office snack slop, so that means they're harassing based on that federally-protected category of disabilty.
I loathe office nutritionists. Thankfully I no longer work in an open plan office, but when I did I felt like everything everyone ate was subject to scrutiny. You had larger women constantly bringing in cakes and crap and demanding you eat it, or donuts, which are revolting. I don’t want to eat it, and a ‘thanks! No im good ta’ should be enough. I do not want to eat that stuff daily.
Not only that but then the office fucking ana chans would also comment on my lunch, in a snarky way. I remember one day refusing the cake because it looked revolting (I knew who the good bakers were and would happily eat theirs sometimes but I’m not eating Asda’s sheet cake five days a week ) and then having something I’d brought from home and the office anorexic commenting on it as well. So in the span of half an hour I got shamed by the office fat and the office skelly. you can’t win. It IS harassment.
 
Maybe. I do have one friend, who is 4’11”, 90 pounds maybe , eats like a shrew -like twice her body weight in a day. She can suck down 45oz sugar filled cola, a double or triple cheeseburger, large fries and most of my fries. It’s kind of amazing, I buy her lunch when we go out just for show.
Haha, there was a girl like that in high school, so skinny she looked anorexic yet every day at lunch in the cafeteria she would pound down whatever was on the menu, a big soda and then TWO slices of chocolate silk pie with whipped cream.

There were girls who used to follow her to the bathroom to try and catch her throwing up because no one could believe this bone-rack of a girl could eat like that and stay so scrawny, but apparently her other meals were all large too.

She just had a hyper metabolism. If she ever actually dieted she'd probably end up looking like that woman who was a big meme on encyclopedia dramatica years ago, the lich queen or something she was called.
 
Bitch, you see my elderly mother, with her entire arm bandaged and held up by a sling, and you think your whining about having to walk a bit is going to make me feel sorry for you? Or make my mother give you the cart?
Been a couple of years ago, but I still get pissed when I think of it. If I wasn't there she probably would've pushed my mom off of the cart so her fat ass could ride it.
Yeah, every time you or someone says something about fatties on a scooter, a huffy person says “Oh but maybe they’re fat because they have a health condition” yeah, like life isn’t hard enough without adding 300lbs just to be sure that you can’t move at all.
 
Urgh. You shouldnt have to but I’d invent a medical issue. How’s it going? Maybe your gallstones give you hell unless you eat plain?

I loathe office nutritionists. Thankfully I no longer work in an open plan office, but when I did I felt like everything everyone ate was subject to scrutiny. You had larger women constantly bringing in cakes and crap and demanding you eat it, or donuts, which are revolting. I don’t want to eat it, and a ‘thanks! No im good ta’ should be enough. I do not want to eat that stuff daily.
Not only that but then the office fucking ana chans would also comment on my lunch, in a snarky way. I remember one day refusing the cake because it looked revolting (I knew who the good bakers were and would happily eat theirs sometimes but I’m not eating Asda’s sheet cake five days a week ) and then having something I’d brought from home and the office anorexic commenting on it as well. So in the span of half an hour I got shamed by the office fat and the office skelly. you can’t win. It IS harassment.
Aren't people supposed to be working at work instead of whatever this is? These were all women, weren't they.
 
Aren't people supposed to be working at work instead of whatever this is? These were all women, weren't they.
Yes of course they were.
I mean it’s lunch time and break time so it’s not like people were hauling me out of meetings to critique my sandwiches but still, the only comment you should ever make on someone else’s lunch is ‘that looks good, what’s the recipe?’
Offices are hell.
 
Urgh. You shouldnt have to but I’d invent a medical issue. How’s it going? Maybe your gallstones give you hell unless you eat plain?

I loathe office nutritionists. Thankfully I no longer work in an open plan office, but when I did I felt like everything everyone ate was subject to scrutiny. You had larger women constantly bringing in cakes and crap and demanding you eat it, or donuts, which are revolting. I don’t want to eat it, and a ‘thanks! No im good ta’ should be enough. I do not want to eat that stuff daily.
Not only that but then the office fucking ana chans would also comment on my lunch, in a snarky way. I remember one day refusing the cake because it looked revolting (I knew who the good bakers were and would happily eat theirs sometimes but I’m not eating Asda’s sheet cake five days a week ) and then having something I’d brought from home and the office anorexic commenting on it as well. So in the span of half an hour I got shamed by the office fat and the office skelly. you can’t win. It IS harassment.
Ugh, I hate this.

”I’m not hungry now, but I’ll get some later,” and just not bother.

“I can’t have any, it gives me explosive diarrhea.”

”I prefer not to talk about what I’m having for lunch.”

If they get really rude and pushy, take it and immediately dump it in the garbage can right in front of them. “I said, ‘no thanks.‘“ Then walk off.
 
I took a college course that was taught by a TA who happened to be the fattest person I've seen in my life (at least up close). She had to be over 400lbs. It was particularly jarring because she was young, probably late 20s. She showed up to class everyday with a 2 liter of Diet Mountain Dew. It was really uncomfortable to watch. She did all the lectures sitting down and had to stop to take these big, gulping breaths after every 30 seconds of talking.

A couple of weeks into the course, construction started on the building and the elevator was closed off. This class was on the third floor. After the construction began, she started coming class late, breathing heavily, flustered, red in the face. She had to sit and catch her breath for an additional 10-15 minutes.

I once passed her on the stairs and she was shakily standing, holding the railing for dear life, and sounded like she was dying. It was pretty sad. She was a very nice woman. I started skipping class after that.
 
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