RULES

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.

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

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

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've been working in retail for a couple years now and it seems like there are more and more people buying crap and getting extremly fat. For context I live in a country where it is common to see overweight or even obese people, but rarely a true hamplanet (don't want to compare it to a whale sighting but...). The first shock I got was four years ago, when a really tall guy came in whose stomach was (literally) hanging down to his knees. He was waddling around the aisles and stuffing his cart full of the usual shit, chips, frozen pizza, full fat soda, with the only healthy food being a couple of apples. At first I thought he might be an extreme case, but I noticed that over the years, some regulars have gained a lot of weight, and that hamplanets are becoming more prevalent. Just last week a large woman got stuck between the registers (there's enough space to fit a cart or wheelchair comfortably in between) and it took me and my colleague a solid ten minutes to calm her down and get her out. Afterwards she looked really embarassed by the situation. I didn't think it was getting that bad, but even walking around the city I see more and more people with upper arms as big as a normal person's thighs or bulging guts. It strange and at the same time disappointing.

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.

Was at a couple US airports this week. Shocked by the number of big people in airport provided wheelchairs. Not people with disabilities; but obese people with their X-ccLarge soda pops wheeling around getting fast ccccfood while waiting for their flights.

As I was getting ready to board my flight, a 380 pound woman (in provided wheelchair) was trying to board but the attendant said she wasn’t on said flight and was on the next flight to said location. She said she arrived early and wanted to see if she could get on. The attendant saw me behind her and scanned me through. I walk through, forgetting You about the lady.

I went to sit in row 12. for Eight minutes later, fatty comes huffing down the aisle and sits beside me. It was the first seat available. She took up so much room, her arms and body spilling over that I had to stand up and lean over the seat in front of me. The flight attendant sees this and asks the lady what seat she is in. The lady says “21D but that’s a far walk”. All while I’m still standing and people are waiting to depart. So I say “I’ll go back there” (as I had no room in 12). The attendant then goes to row 21 to assess and comes back to say to me “thank you mam, you can sit in 21D”. I proceed to row 21 and what do I see but another obese person. I guess it’s ok for an average sized person to sit beside the obese person on a flight because it would be physically impossible to sit two fatties beside each other. I sit for 30 seconds, get up and go to nearest available seat beside a normally sized person.

Plane lands, we all depart the aircraft. I’m at the end of the line given I went from original row 12 to back of the plane. There is a massive hold up on the runway ramp off the plane. What do I see the problem is?! The fatty lady waddling at the end of the ramp. Probably to meet an airport provided wheelchair.

For those who don't know, Eric Hites was on Dr. Phil, known as Fat Guy Across America. He had a viral GoFundMe to help him bike across the country, in order to lose weight, which he would document online. He was VERY LARGE. He was on Dr. Phil, after being called out for scamming, as there wasn't much biking going on. He was actually on the show twice. Second time, still no progress. Of course, as with anyone on Dr. Phil, he was there to be cringed at. It was the usual excuses, with him, and fatlogic. Since then, he was active on FaceBook, doing his usual stuff; sitting around, saying he was working on losing weight, restarting his journey. I followed him lightly, on and off. Towards the end, he took up art, seeming to give up and residing to living with managing his obesity as much as possible. He seemed lonely, with only the few active followers left to talk to. He died on the 31st.

I was mildly fascinated with him, because of his non-motivation, despite setting up lofty expectations. Was he delulu, or just missing a screw? I think both. I was also a little angry with him, not because of how he acted on Dr. Phil. I think Eric (pun not intended) wanted to have his cake an eat it, too. He didn't mind actually being that obese, but he didn't want the consequences; losing his marriage, limited ability to go out and do whatever, not being attractive to new partners. In my experience, people like him always beg for prospective partners to see them as attractive, so they feel off the hook from any actual self improvement. But that's a whole other topic of discussion.

Anyway, R.I.P., Eric. Bike into heaven.

Once upon a time, I went to a nice Italian restaurant and ordered myself a homemade linguini. It was a linguini that loved me back. Unfortunately, I just didn't have room inside for such a carbohydrate comfort. I decided to preserve the special memory and take its remnants home to be cherished at a later time.

The linguini leftovers were cradled in a styrofoam bed and gently placed inside the refrigerator. I was looking forward to finishing what I had started. When the time had come, I gleefully retrieved my little treasure.

What I thought was going to be like opening a present quickly turned into what felt like opening a casket. The luscious linguini was no more. What stared back at me were just a couple of lifeless noodles, unable to go on.

It turned out that my roommate at the time, Hamrietta, thought that not only devouring my delicacy was a good life choice, but leaving a small trace to torture me would be the best decision. I stared at my pasta carcass realizing what had happened: Hamrietta committed Linguinicide. There was no justice. I learned my lesson quickly thereon.

Hoard your food far away from hams.

A moment of silence for the innocent pasta dish. It did nothing to deserve such a fate.

I am male 25 6’3” 170 at night. I eat all I can every waking second junk food high fat foods meats full milk, I have tried everything to gain and the scale says the same. I am eating to the point of feeling sick then eating again more. I want to get some fat on me as I feel like a 2x4 in a hurricane.

What are common meals or foods you guys are eating to balloon up.

Hello everyone I just wanted to talk about my little or probably not that little experience with a fat roommate that is completely driving me crazy and making me feel so desperate.

The thing is that I’m currently seasonally working in the U.S (I’m not american) in the hospitality industry, my employer offered housing for a reasonable monthly price and I thought it was a good idea taking it, since if you live here, they also give you the job site transportation at not cost, so I chose to take it.

The hell started from the very first day I just got to the apartment, I didn’t know I was gonna be assigned to a roommate but I really guessed it was gonna happen since this is not the first time I worked in this industry with this kind of contracts and also got roommates on my previous jobs, so having roommates is not bad for me at all, but the bad thing was when I just opened the door for the first time, the first thing I saw was a fat guy (probably 275lbs - 300lbs) in the kitchen preparing his dinner, I don’t wanna be mean or judge fat people but is well known that is reallyyyy hard to deal with them, specially because they tend to be kinda dirty and lazy when it comes to clean.

Well, for my bad luck, that’s all this guy is and even worse, he’s completely lazy, dirty, disrespectful and has a really bad smell which he doesn’t really care if you feel uncomfortable or not. We also have another roommate who’s more understanding and helps you clean and that, he’s very friendly and such a nice person, but the fat guy is completely driving us hell crazy. This other guy already lived with him last year because they came to this same company to work and they were assigned together to be roommates last year too, so he knows him very well.

He’s always coming back from work at 3:00am - 5:00am, since he works for the same company but in a different place/position, so almost every time he comes, he always shuts the door so hard, that hard to wake us up, he starts cooking, shutting fridges door really hard and making a lot of noise in early morning (3:00am - 5:00am), since he’s a fat guy, the only thing he thinks about is eating, even if we already told him to be more quiet and let us sleep, all he says is “I’m not gonna starve just because you wanna sleep” like WTF bro.

Another thing that bother us, is the fact that our bathroom looks like an old bar bathroom, completely nasty with a lot of hairs on it, since this guy always gets haircuts in it and never cleaning it properly, I literally had to get my toothbrush outta there because he throws hairs everywhere and doesnt care if he does it on your stuff. We tried to talk to him and tell him to clean the bathroom one of us every week, and he refused by saying that he always clean it when he actually DOES NOT. When I wanna take a shit, I literally have to go to the hotel which is crossing the street because there’s not fcking way I’m gonna use ours, because is nasty as hell and smells like his corporal smelling. Luckily that hotel is part of our hotel chain that we’re working for so they never told me anything for going to use their public bathroom. So we decided to just leave the bathroom like that to see if he cleans it someday and it’s like 2 months since that thing was cleaned for the last time (by myself).

Our apartment is really small, is just a 1 bedroom apartment with a small kitchen in the middle and then the living room, me and the other guy are sleeping and have our beds in the living room and he got the room for himself alone, we dont feel that bad for it because there’s no way in this world we gonna share same room and sleep next to this fat guy because he’s always farting, burping, also his corporal and feet smell are disgusting. When he’s off he somedays doesn’t even take a shower, even when he has to go to work, he goes without even taking a shower or just brushing his teeth, so you all could imagine how bad and dirty his room is because he NEVER cleans it, so for us living in the living room, we can feel that bad smell coming out of his room to the point that our clothes smells like him, or sometimes getting food smell because he’s cooking and eating like 5 times a day.

His routine is like:

1- coming from work at 4:00 AM just to cook.

2- Getting up at 8:30 AM and cook breakfast.

3- Cooking lunch at 11:30 AM.

4- Cooking or getting snacks and coffee at 3:00pm or 4:00pm.

5- Cooking and having dinner at 7:00pm.

6. Cooking his food to take to work at 8:00pm and sometimes eating a second dinner.

He’s like everything in his head turns around food and eating, he would never care if you are completely exhausted and wanna sleep, he would cook and make a lot of noise, and if you get mad and tell him to be quieter he would get mad and do it even worse just on purpose. When he’s not working and is at home, he leaves his freaking bedroom door opened with his TV turned on with a high volume, talking by phone or laughing so loud, and feels like if he does it on purpose just to make you feel bad and no matter what time is it, he would still do it.

When it comes to the kitchen, he never bought a single dish soup or just pass a rag to clean the stove after cooking, even the floor he sometimes leaves it with a lot of food leftovers and would never sweep it.

We’re all from the same country and tried to talk to him but he always gets mad and then starts doing some more crazy and stupid shits just to keep bothering us.

There’s also a lot of shocking things he does because he’s one of the most stingy people I have ever met on my life, to the point to wear used underwear he finds at his work site.

If you try to talk to him and show some dissatisfaction with his way of doing things or acting, he just does not care and would never listen to you, all he care about is eating and eating his walmart disgusting food. Sitting down inside his room and eating worse than a hungry stray dog.

I am so sorry if I wrote a lot but I really wanted to get all this shit from inside of me, since this guy got me so desperate now. It’s been almost 4 months putting up with this situation to the point of making me ask for an early departure back to my country since I can’t stand with him anymore, so i’m glad that this gonna be over in 2 weeks.

Do yourself a favor, never live and try to live with fat people, their lives are a disaster.

UPDATE: 2 days ago, that ham planet came back from work at 5:00AM and SLAMMED the door so hard like if he did on purpose, I woke up and got up to tell him shit and then he literally ran to his bedroom and did the same thing. I couldn’t even go back to sleep and I had to get up at 7:00AM to go to work, I really got so mad and got me so done. So I went to the person in charge of the housing and told her all the shit he’s been doing, I talked to another coworker who’s a really nice person and told me to ask to be moved with him, so last night I got an approval to move apartment and I am a wayyyy lot better living with REAL and RESPECTFUL people.

Sadly my other roommate we had with that fat pig, is having a really bad time right now and told me he can’t no more with him so he’s gonna also report same things and ask to be moved.

So I hope not to seeing that PIG in my life anymore and I don’t think he’s gonna be hired next year because he already has all the famous of being lazy as hell at work, nobody likes him and nobody wants to live with him.

I would hate for this Reddit channel to go under, so here is my hamplanet story. I sold my house after my husband passed and moved to a ground floor apartment ( for which I had to wait several months) Recently I answered the door and found a HUGE man standing there. At least 400 lbs. He wanted me to trade apartments with him because he and his wife could “ hardly make it up the stairs”. I explained that I had waited for this apartment and I wasn’t going to move. Now as an explanation, I am older and in good shape but I don’t want to carry groceries and laundry upstairs. I did that for 30 years at my big house and that’s enough. Of course he got snippy ( is that even a word anymore?) and he and his BIG wife try to make my life miserable, but sighing and groaning when they go upstairs isn’t working. They even asked the manager if he could make me move. He just rolled his eyes.

I know a Social Media Star (in real life) who is all about the Fatlogic. It's honestly a shame because I've known her for quite some time and I really thought there was hope..but it's all about "MUH WORTH MUH BEAUTY IF YOU CANT HANDLE ME AT MY WORST YOU DONT DESERVE ME AT MY BEST". Sure, Jan.

But, in the same vein, Social Media Star only swipes on and makes her platform all about Chads. He has to be a Chad, and she gets to be a Jabba. Where's the logic in that? When it isn't all about finding Chad, its a plethora of screenshots of how "all these men" want her on dating apps, and how she Shuts Them Down because she is a Queen. But then, there's a ton of posts of how sad and alone she is, modern dating, dating apps..... And for this, I have empathy. Modern dating is a unique level of hell.

Social Media Star has a smidgen of self-awareness, or so I naively hoped. Social Media Star knows something doesn't add up and is working on it. Something about losing weight and taking better care of herself. Kudos! Only...not really. Oh... And it's also a spiral of how amazing she is, how she deserves to take up space, she's a 10...but she's always feeling unhappy. Hmmm.....why.....

I think the problem is we can't be real with people and give them the loving nudge they need to be the captain of the own ship. I know Social Media Star personally, and I know that underneath her Fatlogic, she's just a human who wants to feel good and have love. And, doesn't she deserve that? Doesn't everyone deserve that?

But here's what gets me--they CONSTANTLY SELF-SABOTAGE. Wow, gosh, men don't like you? I wonder why...Maybe it's because it's a continual soap opera of how all men are trash. And let me tell you--how many men who messaged her might have been actual guys just putting themselves out there and could have been great partners? And can we be honest? There are men who would have her! There's literally hamericans EVERYWHERE. They just aren't the 1% she wants.

But who cares, right? Social Media Star is just going to say it's because she's too good for everyone. She's going to go home, eat, and then hate everyone around her. And who's going to deal with her negativity? All of us, of course! She's not going to be real with her standards, because that means being vulnerable and honest with herself. A betrayal of self is at the crux of Fatlogic. And if she lies about this, she's never going to lose the weight she secretly wants to. Doing that uncomfortable thing would anger her fellow enablers. It's not us she needs to worry about, it's her "fans" who want her to be complacent.

I use the stories and pics about fat people as inspiration to not eat junk. My family and I are not overweight, but in the last 20 years of my life the processed food and sweet snacks have proliferated alarmingly. And some of them taste amazing. I am really sorry for those who have so much trouble losing weight, but I struggle to avoid things I shouldn’t have and seeing some huge human push a shopping cart full of crap makes me more determined than ever to avoid certain things. I have an overweight friend who told me she hates thin people ( where does that leave me?) but likes me because I don’t judge her on her food choices. So I haven’t told anyone about my motivation. I suppose that makes me an a- hole.

I was at CVS loading up on some essentials, when I see a big lady staring at the food aisle. I didn’t think much of her, but she stayed there the entire time I was at the store. She’s in front of me in the checkout line and I see her at self checkout with a family sized bag of chocolate pretzels, a tub of chocolate, and other unidentifiable junk. I felt almost bad for her (gasp) she seemed so defeated by the food :/

Lurker for a while. Completely forgot about this sub and recently remembered the sub.

I have a short story to share and I hope this meets the sub rules. It occurred this morning.

On my way to work I was about to enter a park that I walk through to catch my train. As I was about to enter I saw a woman in her 20’s or early 30’s and quickly looked away in disgust as I passed her. She was wearing a top that exposed her blubbery gut. I was upset and annoyed having seen what I saw. How does someone think it is okay to dress like that to work…assuming she’s going to work…I don’t think she cared who she offended dressed the way she was whether for work or whatever.

I remember a term that was used to describe a gut of a fat person on this sub. Can someone remind me of that term?

I'm writing this, because, so many years later, I still don't know what happened.

Years ago, I rented a room from a recently divorced man, Phil. He was in his 40s, and going through a bad divorce. It was financially and legally strenuous. He and I lived in a small apartment. Phil was a piece of work. He was nice, and a decent roommate. We were friendly. But he, a man in his mid 40s, could be a drama queen like a spoiled teenager. His friend group, whatever small one he had, always had issues. He straight up made up ridiculous stories for sympathy. He once claimed his ex was stalking him, outside the window. One time, a friend of mine was coming over. The friend rang the doorbell. I called to Phil to come to the door, so we could greet my friend. He whined so loud, because I was asking him to get off his phone for the moment, my friend heard it through the door. Phil was in a lot of legal trouble, form the divorce. He had to take takes off to see lawyers and a real estate agent about his old house. But, I noticed he was taking long periods off work; more than his legal affairs would warrant. I asked how he could not go to work for two weeks. (He was an elementary school teacher.) He gave me a non-answer. Suddenly, he was teaching at a different school, so I assumed he was fired, but I didn't ask. At this time, Phil was actually thin. But, in an obvious sign he had self control issues, he drove like a mad man running away from a fleet of police cars, always.

I didn't get to know Phil personally. He had a rough childhood. Parents weren't nice. I lived with him for two years, then moved out, but he and I remained in touch. In 2019, both his dad and brother died within months of each other. Brother was an alcoholic. Dad was sick, for a while. Around this time, Phil started to gain A LOT of weight VERY FAST. In the span of a year, he went from being Adam Sandler's size to the size of Kevin James. Around Thanksgiving, 2019, I saw him again, and confronted him on his weight. He laughed it off. I knew I didn't want to interact with him again.

Fast forward to Covid. March, 2020, I randomly get a barage of mean text messages from him. There is some vague urgency. The texts read like I need to talk to you. Call me NOW! Why aren't you talking to me! One after the other. It was like ten. I asked what was happening, and he FaceTimed me. I stupidly answered. I almost dropped the phone, at the sight of his face. He looked like Jabba the Hutt. Also, I noticed, all his hair was white, when it used to be black. He was too young to have completely white hair. He had used drugs, in his 20s, but the white hair made me wonder if he relapsed. He talked to me. It was nonsense. All he said over the phone was stories that couldn't be true. It was like he was reciting some made up fantasy world. I wondered if he was high. I hung up, and blocked his number. I just found out, months ago, despite blocking his number, phones accept voicemails under a blocked voicemail categories. I listed to his 4 year old voicemail. It sounded desperate. He sounded like a kid who couldn't accept he was being dumped. He said "Hope to talk to you, sometime. I wanted to say goodbye. I'm moving. I'll be by the phone, if you want to talk."

I don't know where Phil is now.

Once upon a time, I was a bright eyed and bushy tailed 20-something about to embark on my First Real Office Job.

I wanted to dress to impress. I chose a nice pair of dress pants and button down top from Express. I thought it was important to make a good first impression.

I made sure to arrive early with my resume in hand. It was a large office building. It was a health insurance company and I would be processing claims.

When I arrived, I was greeted with three other new hires. It turned out that we were going to be trained together. One woman in particular stood out to me.

Let's call her K. She was wearing yoga pants that were very tight and ill-fitting. I was surprised. She had to have easily been 300 pounds. It turned out that she was 23 years old and at any point in time, I could see three very visible gaps in her mouth where teeth should have been. She had the essence of Mama June before her surgery.

K was a spirited woman who was very open about her sexual interests. During our short breaks in training, she liked to google photos of men with large penises ejaculating. She found great joy in giddily showing these photographs to her fellow trainees.

Wanting to start off on the right foot, I proceeded to join my new colleagues to the cafeteria.

K was never one to hold back. She apparently had a penchant for hunting and "eatin' pheasant". She proceeded to tell us all about the love of her life, Ko.

It turned out that Ko was a galaxy and he also loved "eatin' pheasant". Ko spent quality time hunting in the forest, far away from K. I couldn't possibly imagine why.

When Ko would return from "huntin'", he was unable to see most of his body for ticks. Lucky for him, our dear office orbiter was always there to save the day.

K was so selfless. In her loud admission in our corporate cafeteria, she goes,

"Yea. When he comin' back from deer huntin', I'M PICKIN' TICKS OFF HIS D***!!!!"

Unfortunately, I don't have more of her stories. Work required moving from the elevator to her cubicle, so she stopped showing up a month or two after that.

Have a good weekend, everyone.

I work in an office environment as well. We used to promote healthy lifestyles by encouraging people to eat healthier and do "walk-a-thons" which I really appreciate. I used to do it and was healthy for a good minute but now I would consider myself "obese." I have a unhealthy lifestyle where I would sit 10-12hrs a day sitting at my desk job, sitting in 2 hours of traffic, going and coming home from work. I eat nothing but burgers before, during and after work. At home, I have my PC where I would spend another 4-6 hours of just playing Tomb Raider. It's just harder to lose the weight/fat I already have. I would love to have the same physique as these super buff anime characters like in JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. I don't have any kids, so I couldn't use that excuse. I've been thinking of taking ozempic, haven't talked to my doctor yet. I don't think eating a working out and eating healthy is good enough for me. I used to workout but now I've been going to school after work. I want to get out of this job and become a nurse or a rad tech. I am not hating on fit people, I wish to become them. This just became me ranting about myself, I am disappointment of the way I look every time I look in the mirror. I feel stuck, I want to change but I can't. I don't have the will power. Just reaching out to people in the same predicament as me that came across this thread.

Hey there.

I've been a hefty (not literally!) lurker here since about 2013. In 2013, I stumbled upon "The Tale of Doradus" and realized I had found my place in the sun (provided no one is blocking it).

This subreddit has brought so much joy and laughter into my life. I have always found great pleasure in tales of mini moons, beetus juice, and of course, hamplanets hashing it out for the last handicapped space at Wally World.

Like many people, I have been afraid to come out and share the fat tales of terror that plague my nightmares. Like many of you, I am thin and tortured by miserable lardmuffins. Rude, entitled fat women are the bane of my existence. It's time to take that anger and make it into a creative something.

Today would like to share with you a very real story. I present to you, "Hobbles & Wobbles: The Gruesome Twosome". Please be gentle. I am a newb, but I will not let this sub die. I have come back here after a hiatus and the potential news has devastated me. Reddit, please let us have fps. Please, don't take this away from us.

Once upon a time, I started a new job. Over the past few years, I have noticed that there tends to be a lot more hamplanets and therefore a lot more nastiness and unprofessionalism. As the hamplanets have increased, so have the megamoons, lardily lording over the hamplanets, as some kind of gargantuan gods. At this job, I encountered a megamoon so large I couldn't help but stare.

Let's call this megamoon....Hobbles. Hobbles is easily 400 pounds. She can barely fit through the door. We cannot share a hallway. Her accomplice is Wobbles, who is a svelte 350 pounds.

Hobbles is the loudest person I have ever encountered in my entire life. Her shrieks reverberate off of her rolls and I can hear her from down the street. Her entire personality is based on her size, which she uses to bully and intimidate others. Wobbles wears clothes that would make a stripper blush. I have watched her lift up her shirt, over her gut, and twerk on company time. Magic!

I have confided in a dear friend that Hobbles & Wobbles remind me of the bananas in pajamas, but I reassured him neither know what a fruit or a vegetable is. My tagline for them is "A Xanax for the chairs, an allergy to the stairs!"

They love ganging up on people, especially a boss we all once had. They are very aggressive in meetings and like making people uncomfortable, even to the point of near tears in front of the entire company. You can be guaranteed that they flop out of the elevator as soon as possible whenever there is a snack.

One time, I used the restroom after Wobbles and it was the most disgusting smell I have ever come across. It was from her fupa fumes. I am still not okay. Her lardily lord, Hobbles, loves to slam the door and just get very aggressive. I have wondered what I did wrong to either of them--I have racked my brain. I honestly think they just hate anyone who is thinner and has basic accountability. Logic is anathema to these things.

For months, they have made my life a living hell to the point where I had to go on anti-anxiety medication. Good news, I am now off of it! I spent many nights having nightmares and panic attacks over them. I certainly don't wish them harm but I have wished that they would just leave me alone.

I have a rare gift that allows me to watch people get karma. Not too long ago, they got trapped in an elevator together. You see, my workplace is in a place that expects people to eat vegetables and move. We don't have the infrastructure for such weight, and where I live doesn't mandate it either. They literally STRAINED the elevator. As in, the elevator gasped and momentarily stopped, almost snapping from its fragile cable.

I am glad they are okay, but I also think this was Mother Nature's way of trying to trap a cancer before it could spread.

Okay, here is my first...I would like to call...Whale of a Tale.

Have a great day everyone.

I recently graduated college and though I've switched my frat lifestyle for internships and weightlifting, I'd like to share some memories of the ham planets that inhabited my campus and my life to this day. Picture this, it's sorority bid day 2023 and all of the frat guys and just random gdis with nothing to do decide to set up camp in our university's main quad and watch the new sorority pledges run home to their "new homes" (aka their chapters that decided they wanted them the night before). I assist a few girls with moving their chapter's giant ass letters and then I settle with my best friend for a good seat. Around 6:10 p.m. sharp, the stampede starts. These girls were all held in our school's student life/greek life office where they're handed their bid cards and all open them at the same time. Once opened, they run from the downstairs office, through part of the student center (which is overall small) and into the quad where the four chapters are set up in each corner. The girls come in waves, running home and cheering loudly as their bid day buddies greet them and welcome them. There were about 4 waves and I shit you not, the last wave was almost completely overweight/obese girls. I was in shock that so many hams were allowed through recruitment, let alone receiving a bid. Most of these girls went to the same chapter, which everyone on campus deemed the "fat, weird" chapter, because honestly, they were. One girl, who had to have been about 5'4 and over 200 lbs huffed and puffed her way home to this chapter but instead of going for a normal hug/embrace to their president, decided to basically hop on this poor girl and tackle her down into the grass. I shit you not, she could've been a 2nd round offensive line pick if she put the effort in. Another chapter, which is mixed weight, had a small platform built with their banner behind it for cute pics. One of their new members was severely obese, I'm talking about 5'7/5'8 and an easy 300 lbs. She waddled to her new home wearing Lululemon shorts (didn't know they made them in a size 28) and her Panhellenic bid day shirt which had been cropped short and had the sleeves cut off. According to one of my friends in the chapter, she ended up filing a report accusing the chapter and the school of fat phobia/size issues since she didn't have a properly fitted shirt and "had to make do in her dorm", which was unacceptable. Anyway, it was her turn to get on the platform with a couple of the girls (both of them were sub 5'3 and under 120) and I shit you not, there was an actual dent/curvature where she stood, then sat for her pictures. The running joke of the day between me and the guys was that a 5th sorority was chartering at our university: OBCD. I have more stories but the memories for this day popped up in my snapchat memories so I wanted to share it.

C'mon, they're a person first.

Edit: you guys are completely sick. Should be ashamed of yourself

question for all the fat people. do y’all just ignore the full feeling when you eat? bc when i’m full i can’t eat anymore. therefore i don’t OVER eat bc i can feel how full i am. i can’t stand that feeling and couldn’t imagine eating even when i’m full. so when your full do you just continue to eat and ignore the feeling? or is it just you don’t get full at all? which wouldn’t make sense to me.

A distant family member of mine, Ann, constantly goes out to eat and shares those restaurants and meals on Instagram. She is not an influencer or anything. Ann is 350 pounds at 5’4”. Often times Ann will tag herself with her other obese friends. Restaurants are not healthy ones. More Italian, chicken and waffles, all you can eat brunches, festival food etc. I am shocked that someone who is so overweight would not only lean into lifestyle so much but draw further attention to their weight/ lifestyle by posting about it.

It basically saying “I’m so overweight and continue not to care. Look at me eat all this and do further harm to myself”

Why is this common among fat people?

Edit - not glutinous but gluttonous. However, both could apply.

Since my last post did well, I'll share another story. My mother is a professor. A colleague of hers just died. She was severely obese. Her name was Elizabeth. Elizabeth opted to remain teaching online, after return to classrooms. Hardly anyone saw her, since before Covid, and she was doing badly. During Zoom meetings, she had her camera shut off. She was in her fifties, when she passed. Her daughter was at the funeral. Elizabeth was from the deep south of Louisiana, where the accent is different than even a typical southern accent. Where she was from, graduating high school was rare. She graduated high school, but had her daughter at 18. She put herself through school, getting her PHD. There was a second marriage, that didn't last. She was always close to her daughter. I don't know when Elizabeth's weight problems began to became critical, but, in the last few years, her medical condition was sad. She had lymphedema. Her legs kept getting infected. She was on so much antibiotics, which killed her liver. She had to be on dialysis. She died of liver failure. Her doctors didn't want to prescribe her too many narcotics, afraid of making her addicted, so she was downing asprin, and whatever else, by the loads. That had to have had a toll on her body, as well. Elizabeth is no longer living in misery. It seemed she had a lot of depression. RIP.

Edit: It was Kidney failure, not liver. She was downing so much advil, it caused ulcers, which messed with dialysis. That's what killed her. She didn't have a Do Not Recessiate order, but, when she went into cardiac arrest, the doctors called her daughter and strongly advised letting her mom go. She authorized to pul the plug.

My wife comes from a heavy family. Her dad is pretty big and mom is about obese. Before I met her she was pretty heavy but did a complete 180 and is in fantastic shape, power lifts and ran a marathon. Her sister on the other hand is the EXACT opposite of her. It’s hard to believe they are the same species, let alone sisters. The rest of her family is generally pretty heavy, which is understandable, I have been overweight before. It happens. But her sister is a full on 500 plus pound lard tub and her husband isn’t far behind. This last weekend her other sister flew out and we were all having a decent enough time until her sister (let’s call her Lizzo) and her husband (let’s call him Drew) literally lumbered into our newly remodeled house with their also obese female dog named Remington. I was in the kitchen helping cook and went into the living room to greet everyone. Once I walked in I got upset because something smelt awful in the living room after we cleaned all day. I thought maybe the dog got into something and left it under the couch. No, it was just Lizzo!

I tried the best I could to entertain everyone until lunch was done. Once my wife finished a huge pot of soup, biscuits and meatloaf Lizzo and Drew had to be the first to eat. Drew got 4 whole bowls of soup. I’m not a small man myself, I’m 6’4, about 250 pounds and I can maybe get through 2 bowls on a good night. Thankfully everyone got food because Drew showed some restraint and got DOOR DASH from Culver’s for himself and his dog. Yes also his dog, which is a smelly, lumpy obese turd that barks incessantly. After two lunches Drew wanted to do what any good American would do after eating 4,000 calories: go to a water park! There is a water park in town that we got tickets to for the kids. Both Lizzo and Drew were offended they weren’t invited and DEMANDED that they can come because they don’t see the kids enough. We didn’t have the will to fight over water park tickets so they just got to have them. Unfortunately for the kids they couldn’t go on any slides because Lizzo and Drew were of course far too large, and their grandpa who also took them is, well, very old.

Finally the day was almost over. We wanted to take the family to a farm down the road that serves food and plays music where we could watch the sunset. It’s beautiful and it’s basically a huge playground for the kids. Well Lizzo and Drew knew that the portion sizes were normal here so they stopped at Culver’s and ate in their car before eating more at the farm! When we walked by they were both crammed into their SUV with steamed windows from the body heat they produce eating like animals! It was so gross I didn’t even eat at the farm. Truly incredible