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  • #46
    I had a friend in High School who had a metabolism like Hammy on redbull. He used to joke that he was the human toast rack, and he's going to stand in front of the liposcution clinic with a bucket and a sign saying "Donations welcome".
    He would've killed to be able to gain 10 pounds...
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    • #47
      Your friend can take 10 of mine... I'll exchange it for some of that metabolism of his...
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      • #48
        yeah, my parents often comment on the fact that I always seem to go for bonerack-thin guys (I'm 280 lbs and 5'7", my boyfriend is 6'2" and weighs about 135 lbs - VERY skinny).

        We're sort of trying to help each other out. I have a binge eating disorder, and he's an emetophobe who resorts to anorexia out of fear of throwing up (I know... it's not particularly logical...) So his job is to make sure I eat healthy foods in normal portions, and my job is to make sure he eats (I joke, but basically we're both trying to get healthier and to change our habits for the better). He drags me out for long walks, and I buy him multivitamins

        But yeah, it's every bit as rude and hurtful to him when people comment on his weight than it is when they do it to me.
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        • #49
          Quoth iradney View Post
          I'm not exactly svelte *looks ruefully at wobbly bits*, but neither am I obese (anymore).
          I was also one of those who didnt want to go to gym til I'd lost some weight. Then I think one day, I just had an epiphany. Sure, that skinny chick over there is thinner than me. But she's gotta poop, belch, fart and pee just like everyone, and I can guarantee you, it does NOT smell like flowers and chocolates!
          So I gym in my favourite over-sized T-shirt, leggings and trainers and listen to my iPod.
          Nobody's actually had the gall to say "why are you so fat?" to me, but I think that's because South Africans prefer to murmur about it when the person has left.
          Thank you...I needed to read that. I've skipped out on my gym membership for far too long out of stupid fear. I think the annoyance I have with my women-only gym is that everyone seems to want to CHAT while they're working out. Leave me alone, just let me do my thing!
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          • #50
            i've been blessed with the gift of *ahem* ghetto booty; pair that with a fairly small waist. makes finding pants a real delight and a half. fits one part, sags in another; what fits the waist has no chance of fitting over the hips, even with the help of a generous portion of crisco and jumping down a few flights of stairs.

            i'm also like that; when i work out, i'm not there to socialize, just to work up a good, hard sweat, then go home and take a much needed and earned shower.
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            • #51
              Quoth iradney View Post
              I had a friend in High School who had a metabolism like Hammy on redbull. He used to joke that he was the human toast rack, and he's going to stand in front of the liposcution clinic with a bucket and a sign saying "Donations welcome".
              He would've killed to be able to gain 10 pounds...
              I used to be the same way. I would snack constantly, and often have an extra meal, and never gained any significant weight. I think the heaviest I got during my college days was 147.

              I had a roommate who, upon seeing me wolf down a whole pizza, told me to enjoy that while I could, because someday I'd blow up like a balloon. Sure enough, when I was about 28, it started to happen. These days, I'm hovering right around 200. It's not that obvious unless you look at my gut. My face doesn't look fat, nor do my arms, legs, or even my ass. It's all in my gut. My wife tells me it's from drinking all that beer. In my true smartass fashion, I ask her what else am I supposed to do with it?

              If I see my old roommate again, I have to remember to kick his ass...
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              • #52
                with regards to Winston Churchill quote

                Protagonist: Winston, you are drunk
                WC Madam, you are ugly but in the morning i shall be sober...

                Back to thread, I'm 6'8 and my BMI is 18.5 and i weigh around 168lb so i get asked CONSTANTLY how tall i am. My usual response is, sorry dont know. What irritates the hell out of me is how dare someone i dont know from adam waltz up to me and demand some random personal fact from me. What irritates me further is when some one persists in asking me how tall i am. I had one guy go on at me for five minutes constantly going, come on tell me, surely you must know, whwy wont you tell me, to which i though, because its none of your goddamed fu#king business that why.
                A PSA, if I may, as well as another.

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                • #53
                  In regards to the rude kid...reminds me of a similiar experience. I've been teaching sunday school for nearly eight years and one year there was a particulary annoying child in the second grade class I taught. I had very bad acne at the time (still have some acne today, along with the scars of years passed) and he would always ask, "why is your face red?" and "why do you have red dots on your face?" I told him the truth, and what it was, etc--but he always pestered me about it, every Sunday. And he was quite rude about it too. Called me all sorts of the typical names "pizza face" etc.

                  I got tired of it and told him one Sunday, "You'll find out what I'm going through when you are in middle school. Just wait."

                  Soooo, I also teach sixth grade and he's a sixth grader now and in my class! And guess who has bad acne? The same annoying rude little kid that pestered me all those years ago when he was a second grader. Though I felt kind of bad about being happy about it; the kid and I have actually become sort of friends (as much as a teacher and student could be friends) and I told him about a medicine that I used for my acne. He also did apologize to me about the teasing. I didn't think he remembered it. So, kids can change, I guess.

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                  • #54
                    Quoth zzapp the witch View Post

                    "For watching the freak show, zzapp doesn't work for free ( WTF, cuz!), and if you throw in another buck, I'll sing at the end of the show."

                    I'll be damned if that kid didn't fork over two bucks. D bought me a cookie.
                    Must remember to share this with my two best friends...

                    I'm fat (5'6" and just over 300 for those wondering), one friend is short due to a congenital "defect" (in quotes because there's not really anything defective about it...her spinal column is just kinda...squished). She stands 4'3" when she first wakes up. And the last of this trio is extremely tall and thin. So among the three of us we have a perfect "freak show", although we're all perfectly lovely in our own rights, thenk yew veddy much.
                    There is a slight flaw in my character.

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                    • #55
                      Quoth Noelegy View Post
                      Thank you...I needed to read that. I've skipped out on my gym membership for far too long out of stupid fear. I think the annoyance I have with my women-only gym is that everyone seems to want to CHAT while they're working out. Leave me alone, just let me do my thing!
                      No problem. That's why I love my iPod so much. When you're on the treadmill with earbuds in your ears and a spaced out expression, people do not talk to you. Which is just the way I like it.
                      Although, it is fun to watch the aerobics chicks flirting with the muscleheads in the weights section...*snigger* talk about obvious!
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                      • #56
                        Quoth crazylegs View Post
                        ...What irritates me further is when some one persists in asking me how tall i am.
                        Next time some idiot asks how tall you are, place your hand on top of your head and say, "This tall."
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                        • #57
                          I never care when people ask me how tall I am. I'm 5ft 9in in flats and I often wear platforms and big boots so am even taller. I don't give a crap about my height any more; if someone asks, I tell them. Then if they're shorter than me, I pat their head in an irritating manner.
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                          • #58
                            Quoth iradney View Post
                            No problem. That's why I love my iPod so much. When you're on the treadmill with earbuds in your ears and a spaced out expression, people do not talk to you.
                            Somewhat along those lines...what's the deal with people next to you talking to each other...so loud you can hear them, and your iPod is at full blast? There's one at my gym who just *loves* to do that with her friends...usually about things that should *not* be discussed in public! I mean, do we really care or want to know about her husband's um, "bedroom problem?"
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                            • #59
                              Quoth chainedbarista View Post
                              i've been blessed with the gift of *ahem* ghetto booty; pair that with a fairly small waist. makes finding pants a real delight and a half. fits one part, sags in another; what fits the waist has no chance of fitting over the hips, even with the help of a generous portion of crisco and jumping down a few flights of stairs.
                              You should come shop here in SA - the African women have no problem finding jeans here Plus, the men would just LURVE you!

                              Quoth protege View Post
                              Somewhat along those lines...what's the deal with people next to you talking to each other...so loud you can hear them, and your iPod is at full blast? There's one at my gym who just *loves* to do that with her friends...usually about things that should *not* be discussed in public! I mean, do we really care or want to know about her husband's um, "bedroom problem?"
                              The only ppl that do that here are the kugels (the unemployed wives of rich men), teenage girls and...uh...sometimes the bodybuilders yelling about how much they can bench. But they don't do it VERY loudly....
                              Last edited by iradney; 02-09-2007, 01:06 PM.
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                              • #60
                                That's terrible. And what really makes this a terrible story is the fact that this kid's mother just stayed quiet the whole time, not even saying something like, "Honey, be quiet, that's not polite" or something to that effect. Years ago, if I had said something like that, my father would have bopped me in front of God and everyone, which is why I had manners as a child.

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