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My Ultimate Super Power or: I’m Delicious

03 Tuesday Sep 2019

Posted by in Beer, Blogging, Food, Life as We Know It

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Salutations™!!

Essentially, through my entire adult life, I’ve struggled with my weight. I’ve fluctuated up and down, huge, big, whatever. Currently, I’m the biggest I’ve ever been. I’m over 300 lbs. I go between 302-314. At least those are when I can bring myself to actually get on the scale.

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©Sam the Cooking Guy

Now, what bothers me the most isn’t that I am fat. Yes, I said it. Fat. F-A-T. Fat. It doesn’t bother me to say that. It doesn’t bother me that I am fat (like I said). What bothers me is how I feel whilst being fat. I’m sluggish. Lethargic. Mopey. Slow. I ache. I hurt. The adjectives go on. I am working on that with Liz Hronek, Miss Fit Boss.

But, that’s not the point of this post.

I was reading another blogger’s post, from someone who simply goes by Your Fat Friend. I would love for you to read this post. Please. Do it for me. She brings up a lot of points that I agree with. Really, there’s nothing in here that I disagree with. She just lays it out that being called fat shouldn’t be a stigma or meant as mean. You don’t feel bad for telling someone, “hey! your hair is brown” or, “your car is lime green!” I mean, you may be silly for that, but you’re just stating the obvious. I know my hair is was brown and my last car was lime green. I know I’m fat and I think I wear it well.

Do I wish I didn’t wear it at all? Well, yes. But, there’s a lot of factors stacked against me.

First off, I do two podcasts (minimum) that have to do with beer/alcohol. So, I drink beer. It’s the ultimate sin to taste and spit it out. Only in wine competitions do I do that. I’m also a foodie. My social media revolves around food, I have a food podcast, I write a food blog. There’s a lot of food. A lot of good food.

I embrace and joke about my fatness. I sometimes say that fat is my superpower, if not my beard. Also, I love what Sam the Cooking Guy says, “if fat means flavor (and it does) then I’m f*****g delicious!”

So, what I’m saying (and what Your Fat Friend says) is don’t feel like you’re being mean for saying I’m fat. Only if it’s meant maliciously is it mean. Otherwise, you’re just stating facts.

I’m going to grab a big fat something and eat it right now…

Until tomorrow, I’m still fat…
Scorp out!

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“Your Fat Friend writes anonymously about the social realities of life as a very fat person.” – Your Fat Friend (website)

Tipping the Scales or: Her Very Own Fat Bastard

12 Thursday Feb 2015

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This week I talked about how it sucked being sick.  You know what else sucks?  Being fat.  Fat! The BCPF hates when I call myself that, but you know what?  If the corduroy pants don’t fit, you can’t wear them.  I have no clue what that means, but I typed it anyways.

This morning I was putting two tires in the back of Monte (my very tired Montero Sport) and just putting those in left me winded for about 10 minutes.  Granted I was bent over trying to get as much water as possible out of them before putting them in her back hatch (wow that sounded much dirtier that I would have ever meant it to) and what have you, but dang!  That still sucks. I clock in just under (presumably) 300 lbs.  That’s a lot of weight.  Not good on the joints, the heart, other functions, even the mind.

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I’m dead sexy!

I have fitness friends and I have people talking about diets and all that jazz, but here’s the thing: I can’t give up the beer and I hate the feeling of adrenaline rushes.  The beer thing isn’t an alcoholic issue, it’s a monetary issue.  I have the ability to say that I “get paid to drink beer.”  Not a shload, mind you.  One of the things that The Less Desirables does is review beer.  We have an “Official Beer Sponsor” in City Beverage in Winston-Salem.  People listen to hear about the beer and our thoughts.  Sponsor=pay.  Also, I started the new show, The Beer Dads in the last few weeks so that’s another one. The premise is beer (and dads).  There are a few other instances that beer is either payment or the subject in my life.

When I was a much smaller thing I did exercise to the extent that I would walk a few times a week.  I just absolutely hate the feeling of adrenaline and endorphins… phooey.  People furrow their brows when I say that but it’s true.  I don’t ride thrill rides, I don’t exercise, I just don’t.  Do I feel better afterwards? Yes, but that feeling doesn’t equate or necessitate the need for the feeling I get while exercising.

Now, I get the other side of that.  Health. Staying healthy is important, I know.  But, I don’t want any part of that other stuff.  No. No way. Huh uh. Forget it.

Do you, Dear Reader, have any suggestions otherwise?  Or coping with the endorphin/adrenaline issue?  I’m open.  I feel like a tub o’lard and don’t like that at all.

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

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“It’s simple. If it jiggles, it’s fat.” – Arnold Schwarzeneggar