Dear Judgemental Person,
I'm sorry for choosing to be fat and having T2.
I didn't try to gain weight in my youth of walking, climbing, cycling, tennis and martial arts, but I admit I do like food. I am ashamed of that. Every time I look at a picture of burger and chips, I feel desire and I know I should really be feeling self-hatred. I'll try to work on that. I understand that it is only fair that I should be facing an increased risk of blindness, heart attack, kidney failure and amputation as punishment for giving in to eating things I liked and were readily available to me every day. I should have eaten things I didn't like, which must be what you do.
I am sorry that these days I only walk up hills for an hour every night after work in the p***ing rain and cold in a pathetic, lazy effort to deal with T2. And on the weekends, well the biggest walk I've managed recently is Snowdon, and I screwed that up by having two slices of fake low-carb bread when I got home just so I could pretend that I am eating food I actually like. I am so sorry. I just can't get anything right. I am pathetic.
I mean, I know I've never actually stolen food from anyone. And I know on occasions where food needs to be shared, such as when out hiking for days with friends, that I make d**n sure we all get the same. And yes, I often used to get cake at lunch time to share with people at work - people who gratefully accepted it and are thin. But none of that changes the fact that I deserve to be punished for those times when I actually enjoyed eating what I want - that's just selfish greed.
I don't believe this nonsense that science talks about - insulin what? Genetics what? Hunger hormones? Nonsense! Life is a level playing field, allowing us all to easily judge each other. We are all born the same, with the same bodies, and we experience the same things in life and have the same tastes. When I was standing there eating my bacon sandwich, the person next to me eating the salad was *pretending* to like it - they in fact must have wanted my bacon sandwich, but they were morally superior to me and so made the morally right decision.
I am now trying my best to atone for my sins. I have greatly reduce the range of foods I allow myself to eat and I am learning to eat things I don't like the taste of. I will ignore all the people around me who can eat whatever they want and I will not be jealous. I will spend the rest of my life counting carbs and calories. And I'm losing weight, and will gratefully accept that I'll probably spend the rest of my life with a low BMR, needing to eat much less than other people to stay thin.
That's if I can even get thin. Some lazy T2 slob on this forum tried eating 800 calories a day for 8 weeks recently and his weight loss stalled - he was pathetic, like me. But I will try. This is the least I can do to make up for my decadent past.
And when I'm thin, I'll still have T2, but I accept tha... what? What's that you say? When I'm thin you won't judge me any more? Wow, now THERE'S an incentive to lose weight.
You arrogant p***k. If I beat this thing it will be for me, not you.
Sincerely.
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