oh my god. this is the DEFINITITION of the darwin award (which is a site set up for interesting modern twists in natural selection, if you dont know)- LITERALLY saying shes killing her kids and not stopping. thats like skydiving with no parachute, illogical, but maybe a little more fun before you hit the ground. people need to grow the fuck up, or die i guess.
[quote]SteelyD wrote: ‘I’m feeding my sons to death’ , says gastric band mother of boys who weigh a total of 840 POUNDS
… she couldn’t kick the addiction of ‘comfort feeding’ her sons - and they now weigh 30 stones each.
She refuses to listen to doctors’ warnings that Joseph and Mathew will die - because greasy grub is only thing that makes them happy.
The 48-year-old said: 'I know it’s my fault they’re fat, and that the fatty food is killing them, but I can’t stop. I’m feeding my boys to death.
This story and the people involved are pathetic.
I wonder if the fat fucks ever feal guily about people who can barely afford to feed themselves or their families. Shit, sometimes I feel guilty about the sheer quantity of food I eat in one day, but then I see crap like this…
If they’re not going to school or working, I guess that means that they get to collect unemployment ?
Because once you are done deluding yourself, you are so far gone you feel hopeless. So you dive back into the candy bucket you have stored under your bed and eat away your self loathing.
Only to wake up the next morning mad at teh world because you failed yourself. So you eat “like a bird” in public, to go home and house 4,800 calories for dinner, and another 3,600 for a lite snack a little later. I mean you lost 5lbs on the XYZ diet, now go back to normal, why the fuck, on God’s green would you change your lifestyle, that is hard and takes effort.
But, then you decide you will change and actually go to the gym. Intimidated and feeling lost, you hire a trainer. You actually want to change this time. Then this fucking half wit has you literally rolling around on the ground in the cable station for an hour, god forbid you actually break a sweat. Now, you don’t change your diet at all, because you’re earning those cals.
So… After 6 weeks of driving to the gym twice a week, doing air arm swings and stretching, you haven’t lost any weight. Big fucking shocker I know… But anyway, you figure out that exercise doesn’t work for you, and neither does dieting. So in a fury of tears and hatred you dive back into the candy bucket, thank god CVS had snickers 2 for 1, because you have a genetic disorder…
He was sweating like a mofo, wheezing like an exhausted wildebeest, and just kept plugging away at his little circuit while his trainer stood around staring blankly. When I realized I could hear him wheezing and grunting over my music, I even started wondering if he was working too hard, given his level of fitness.
I respected the effort. This article is depressing as fuck, but I guess there is still some hope out there.