Evil Oddie

I realised when I went into work on Thursday last week that I am stacking on the weight. By the time that the express train gets to my station, there are hardly any seats left and the ones that are left are only ‘half’ seats. This is because massive people decide that their knees can’t handle the 40 minute train ride from Ipswich to Brisbane City. I used to be able to tuck myself in next to these heffas but alas, on Thursday, I sat on a ladies fat that was overflowing onto the spare seat.

She had a bit of a whinge about me sitting there, but sorry love, if you can’t fit onto one seat – STAND UP!! If your knees are giving out – LOSE SOME FREAKING WEIGHT!!

Which leads me to another thought – is there fatism? For example, if a massive person came in for a job interview, would you automatically judge them? I think most people would. I have to say that I have never worked with a big person, but one of my friend’s Mum was a massive lady. She had issues just getting off the couch. She never had a job and most of the household chores were done by the kids. Actually all her family were big people. I’m not in touch with her anymore, but my Mum told me that my friend’s parents have both passed and it was directly because of their weight.

I have to start losing some weight, I don’t like being 56kgs…. ewww (most of its fat though, I wouldn’t mind being 56kg of muscle)… it’s the biggest I’ve ever been.