K the deal with me was I allowed an injury to depress me to a point that I didn’t care much about my health, and stayed in that mode for years.
After having multiple PE’s and nearly dying, plus refocusing on why TF I exist (take care of family), I got my shit together and dumped the fat.
What I learned was sympathy for fat people. However, sometimes when I see someone who is morbidly obese like I was or worse, I want sooo bad to tell them what they need to do to stop having to waddle or ride across the parking lot.
There was a time when it did nothing but disgust me, like “Stop chugging that shit fat boy,” but now I find myself empathetic instead.
That brings me to my real issue.
When I see such people in the gym, even though it’s good they’re trying something, it’s typically them doing stuff way wrong with a machine, and they rarely bother with free weights.
I don’t know whether to give them input or keep my mouth shut, but damn it I was fat too and wish to hell I could somehow give advice.
But unsolicited advice IMO is rarely taken whether welcomed or not.
I remember my wife getting pissed at me for disappearing to the Waffle House in the middle of the night - I get eating for the wrong reasons, and I get how to stop doing it. The fact is ya have to know you need to stop and then frickin do it.
Oh well, thank the 400lb woman using a seated leg press machine today for kicking that thought process off in my poor brain!