There are fewer things I find more repulsive and disgusting
that fatness. Fatness is weakness, weakness is unacceptable, and the acceptance
of weakness is downright intolerable.
You can
probably tell by now that I’m not a huge fan of the relatively recent wave of
“I am beautiful” campaigns. In fact, I hate them with all that I am. I hate
this settling for mediocrity, this acceptance of sloth, and this glorification
of gluttony. They’re nothing more than a bunch of weak willed, soft bodied,
initiative lacking, weaklings who are seeking acceptance despite their
shortcomings and attempting to convince themselves that it’s okay to suck.
Physical
fitness is one of the single most important aspects of human life. Being
physically fit leads to higher energy levels, higher libido, better rest,
longer life expectancy, and improved mood, to name a few things. Despite all
these plus sides, a disgustingly high number of people, Americans in
particular, are not doing anything to preserve their physical wellbeing; they
eat a shit diet, they can’t be bothered to get up and walk a mile, much less go
lift weights or do actual cardio for an hour. It’s disgusting (get ready to see
that word a lot). It is a duty of a man to keep himself in good physical
condition, I’m not saying you have to look like Jay Cutler or be able to run
like Hickam El Garouj, but you should strive to maintain the best physical
condition you can. Whether you lift five or six days a week, swim laps, run
trails, row, or bicycle, physical fitness is one of the keys to not only being
healthy but being a man.
Alongside
keeping active and challenging yourself physically, one must also eat a healthy
diet (as in what you eat, not some plan from a magazine). It’s not hard to do
at all. I don’t mean cut out carbs or fats or anything of that nature, quite
the contrary, those things all aid in proper recovery from exercise. What you
should cut out, or at least cut back, is processed foods, trans-fats, saturated
fats, and empty calories. This is nowhere near hard enough a task to justify
the amount of obesity in this country. Instead of eating deep fried potato
chips, eat some unbuttered popcorn or some baby carrots, substitute oatmeal for
sugary cereals, eat more vegetables (I find raw spinach to be excellent and
filling). It’s not that hard.
This year,
an English television personality by the name of Katie Hopkins undertook a
weight gain of fifty pounds to show that obesity was purely the fault of the
person in question, not genetics or some other factor outside their control.
After gaining her fifty pounds, she said she would lose the weight just as
easily as she gained it through simple exercise and a sensible diet. She has 35
pounds to go. I’d tend to agree with Katie, except for maybe a handful of
percentages of serious conditions that actually do cause obese levels of weight
retention, I’d say that obese people have no one but themselves to blame.
Fat people
are fat not because they’re big-boned, they have bad genetics, or some bullshit
made-up psychological disorder (notwithstanding actual rare psychological
disorders associated with severe chemical imbalances in the brain), but because
they are weak willed, they lack the personal initiative and drive to get off
their lazy, entitled asses and exercise, to actually think about what they put
in their bodies as fuel, and are ultimately undisciplined. They expect to be
able to live and eat like sedentary filth and not have any negative
repercussions, and when they do, they don’t have the fortitude to admit that
it’s their fault, so they make some ridiculous excuse and then scream at the
world that they are beautiful and that we should accept them and their weakness
because they’re too lazy and pitiful to change anything about themselves.
I say no,
stop accepting mediocrity, stop glorifying fatness, stop being weak. Get off
your asses, show some self-discipline, exercise some personal initiative, and
make a positive change in your life.
-Sam
-Sam
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