Hey, I am fat, but that doesn't mean I eat fat. I read an article about a local woman who halved her weight through diet and exercise and went from a size 22 to a size 4. Hooray! I am glad for her. It's true that people treat you differently when you're fat. I've been both fat and slender, so I know. Rating on the appearance scale does make life a little different, but I am not convinced better.
The article made a big whoop over her former fat eating habits - you know, a stick of butter a day herself, fried this, fried that and mongo snacks. Fine, maybe that's how she really was, but many of us - ME, for instance - who are fat are not so because of eating like that. It makes me sick to think of it. No, I don't survive on vegetables and yogurt, but I'm not snarfing down all sorts of crap food, either.
I use whole milk, butter and olive oil, but also whole grains, fresh meats, fruits and vegetables as much as possible. Fast food repulses me and upsets my stomach. I like sweet things, but rarely buy premade goodies and infrequently make homemade - they're treats not staples! My problem is not enough exercise, plain and simple. I gave up the hour and a half a day gym habit and vegie-n-grains diet years ago because of a severe fatigue issue and find it hard to go back. The fatigue still overtakes me at times, most painfully. So here I am. Large. If it repels you, don't look. My existence is not for your pleasure. I'm clean, well-groomed and reasonably fashionable. I'm comfortable in my skin if not in the lascivious spectacle of a bikini on an adult bod. Finally.
Furthermore, I hope before automatically assuming a fat person eats like a glutton, folks will think again. Not all of us do, but our bodies betray us and we end up supersized anyway. Unfortunately in this "thin is in" culture, especially where it concerns women, there is no acceptance of the possibility that some of us are supposed to be large. Sorry, but I'm not going to spend hours a day like a rat in a cage trying to be what I'm not.
