I think like most things it happens gradually and the years just pass by with empty and vague promises and plans. And bad habits. If you’ve never learned the importance of regular activity and a good diet then it difficult to learn these things and make them a reflexive part of your behavior.
The slippery slope too. You’d think that those 600 lb freaks would stop after their thigh rub causes pain while walking, they can’t see their dick, they need to buy specialty clothes, their bloodwork is bad, they become handicapped, they have fungal infections in their folds, the list goes on. There are these little checkpoints that should be wake up calls to turn back but coping mechanisms are highly effective. OP is someone who is sedentary, is always behind a screen, eats like shit, rarely goes outside, has no outdoor hobbies and so on. And here he is worried about gyno.
It's all the effect of subconsciously normalizing all the fricked up things you're doing to your body. I used to be a smoker and at some point I gradually accepted frequent lung infections, random dizziness, foul breath, getting winded from walking fast etc. as the new normal. I quit because I decided on a whim that I want to start running, and only then, when all the awful symptoms I was experiencing went away, I finally realized just how much I had been ruining my body.
I don't think you really notice because your brain plays tricks on you. I used to be over 300 lbs. and I knew I was overweight, and I was ashamed of my body, but I didn't REALLY know how bad it was until I lost weight. Around 250, I scared the shit out of myself one day because I glanced at myself in the mirror and, no joke, I thought I looked like a wrinkly goblin; like a israelite in a concentration camp. I tried to ignore it and kept at my routine, and a couple days later, I looked in the mirror again and just saw me. No Gollum or ALF-looking thing, just me.
Then I realized what had happened. I went and grabbed my driver's license and I almost burst into tears. When I was 300 lbs., I was a fricking wall of meat. I barely looked human. But I swear I never saw it as that bad. The way I looked in the mirror right then and there felt like "just me" the same way that amorphous blob felt like "just me." It was like, to some degree, my brain didn't recognize me as a body type, but just as "normal." I knew I was fat, but I couldn't believe it was that bad. Or was my brain playing tricks on me now? I couldn't tell.
But what's more, most likely everyone you know is going to gaslight you. No one wants to offend you or make you feel bad for being fat, so instead they'll say stuff like, "You look fine," or, "You're just out of shape." No, you're obese and need help, and it's kind of sad but people might be unconsciously practicing a kind of eugenics by lying to you: if you can't help yourself, then maybe you deserve to be fat.
I'm REALLY surprised you guys didn't mention the BAKER.
Big arms from kneading and chopping wood, (as an apprentice,) and a big ol' pooch from all that beer he trades with the BREWER for.
I'm really going to guess that all the above had most of their paunch as seasonal, however.
If you start to help an obese person it could backfire on you so bad that you just keep on lying to them since no one is going to lose that fat for you.
It’s disappointing that’s what it is.
Fix your diet and hit the gym now.
I often wonder how do you not see earlier the road you are going down? How do people get in a situation like that?
usually depression
I think like most things it happens gradually and the years just pass by with empty and vague promises and plans. And bad habits. If you’ve never learned the importance of regular activity and a good diet then it difficult to learn these things and make them a reflexive part of your behavior.
The slippery slope too. You’d think that those 600 lb freaks would stop after their thigh rub causes pain while walking, they can’t see their dick, they need to buy specialty clothes, their bloodwork is bad, they become handicapped, they have fungal infections in their folds, the list goes on. There are these little checkpoints that should be wake up calls to turn back but coping mechanisms are highly effective. OP is someone who is sedentary, is always behind a screen, eats like shit, rarely goes outside, has no outdoor hobbies and so on. And here he is worried about gyno.
It's all the effect of subconsciously normalizing all the fricked up things you're doing to your body. I used to be a smoker and at some point I gradually accepted frequent lung infections, random dizziness, foul breath, getting winded from walking fast etc. as the new normal. I quit because I decided on a whim that I want to start running, and only then, when all the awful symptoms I was experiencing went away, I finally realized just how much I had been ruining my body.
I don't think you really notice because your brain plays tricks on you. I used to be over 300 lbs. and I knew I was overweight, and I was ashamed of my body, but I didn't REALLY know how bad it was until I lost weight. Around 250, I scared the shit out of myself one day because I glanced at myself in the mirror and, no joke, I thought I looked like a wrinkly goblin; like a israelite in a concentration camp. I tried to ignore it and kept at my routine, and a couple days later, I looked in the mirror again and just saw me. No Gollum or ALF-looking thing, just me.
Then I realized what had happened. I went and grabbed my driver's license and I almost burst into tears. When I was 300 lbs., I was a fricking wall of meat. I barely looked human. But I swear I never saw it as that bad. The way I looked in the mirror right then and there felt like "just me" the same way that amorphous blob felt like "just me." It was like, to some degree, my brain didn't recognize me as a body type, but just as "normal." I knew I was fat, but I couldn't believe it was that bad. Or was my brain playing tricks on me now? I couldn't tell.
But what's more, most likely everyone you know is going to gaslight you. No one wants to offend you or make you feel bad for being fat, so instead they'll say stuff like, "You look fine," or, "You're just out of shape." No, you're obese and need help, and it's kind of sad but people might be unconsciously practicing a kind of eugenics by lying to you: if you can't help yourself, then maybe you deserve to be fat.
this. I didn't realize how fat I was until I saw my silhouetted shadow against the shower wall and it looked like a pregnant teenager.
>No one wants to offend you or make you feel bad for being fat
we all need a friend like pic related
Nothing wrong with a fat chef. They're the only people that get a fat pass
No
Nah, fat butcher and fat innkeeper are also traditional archetypes.
I'm REALLY surprised you guys didn't mention the BAKER.
Big arms from kneading and chopping wood, (as an apprentice,) and a big ol' pooch from all that beer he trades with the BREWER for.
I'm really going to guess that all the above had most of their paunch as seasonal, however.
If you start to help an obese person it could backfire on you so bad that you just keep on lying to them since no one is going to lose that fat for you.
>fell for the cico meme
Mogs me
That's horrifying.
Diet?
You're 6 months pregnant.
oh my BWC!
Kek never forget, this is the guy telling you to post body.
We all know those posters just want to jack off to half naked fit users
post body
Immaculate child bearing hips
so cursed
reminds me of grandma
Honest answer: Your gut can be a mixture of body fat, bad posture, and inflammation from dietary issues. With a gut that big, it's likely all 3.
He asked about gyno. I understand it's hard to not notice his beautiful gut though
Ngmi
This still seems fixable. It's just your genetics make you prioritize storing fat in your stomach above anywhere else. Lose the fat.
That reminds me I still got to finish Disco Elysium