I just read some of this guys writing....laughable.
Yes, I'm obese. Spent the first 55 years of my life skinny, model skinny. I was 5'9" tall and could wear anything. Then menopause. ouch. 100 pounds later and I can't wear anything! Moving is hard...but I do. I often refer to myself as the hardest working fat person you'll ever meet!
No, I don't overeat, nor stupid, I can see the food on my plate. oh, yeh, before menopause, I could eat anything/amount I wanted and not gain a pound! Now, I have to watch every bite. (Often feeling like I watch it go directly from my fork to my hips!)
I do have some physical issues...arthritis in both knees, which came before the weight gain. but, I'm still out gardening everyday, I just can't run a marathon!
Do I think I should die early to save humanity from my scourge? Laughable. We can't start thinking like that, who knows what 'disease' they'll single out to kill off next.
Do I like this fat body? NO! Is there much I can do about it...not so far...I've tried.