I'm fat. I admit it. I'm not pleasingly plump nor just chubby. I'm really freaking fat. And you know what? I own up to it. I like to eat and that includes fruits and veggies. I hate thinking about what I'm putting in my mouth - how many calories, how many fat grams, how much cholesterol. I see it. I like it. I eat it. It's that simple. And I don't spend the day grazing in the chocolate fields either.
I don't blame my fatness on anyone or anything. I'm fat because I choose to be. I choose not to obsess about my food, drinks, and exercise. I come from a long line of substantial people. My great maternal grandfather was always described as five feet high and five feet wide and, by George, I do believe I took after him! So if you are a fat hater, move on. I have no interest in you whatsoever. I suspect you have a shallow mind and I prefer to swim in deeper waters.
Now if you have an open mind, a different way of judging people, then please stick around. This could get interesting.
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