Monday, May 4, 2009
The "F" Word
No, not that "F" word (though I do use that one liberally, usually when I'm helping other motorists understand about their sh*tty driving). I mean "fat". This past weekend, I was at the grocery store and overheard a cashier complaining to a co-worker about pain in his joints.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"Well," he replied instantly and seemingly without a modicum of shame, guilt or remorse. "I'm fat, to be perfectly honest. I'm just fat, and my joints hurt."
He was big and a little more out of shape than I am, but if you stripped us down and stood us side by side... well, you'd poke your eyes out with a sharp stick. But then you'd say our body types aren't all that dissimilar, which is a d*mn shame because I don't really consider myself... you know... the "F" word.
Technically (as my Wii Fit console likes to point out), I'm obese, which my dictionary defines as "grossly fat or overweight." Is the "gross" part really necessary? C'mon, Wii Fit! How's about "pleasantly plump" or "charmingly chunky"?
If you're here, then chances are you're... well... we're the "F" word.
We've chosen to do something about it though, so I say good for us.
And will we be successful?