I'm in the reversed situation. I was born and raised in Houston, 18 years. Now living in Massachusetts I notice that Houston has an abnormal amount of fatties.
Variations on this thread are a staple of ClutchFans. I weigh over 300lbs. Basically, I have come to accept that skinny/average/athletic people consider their trim waistlines an awesome accomplishment....and that is great, I applaud them. I just wish instead of doing a "Why are other people fat and disgusting!" thread and have all the trim/fit people pile on that we would make it socially acceptable for people to say "Hey, I work out and I look great!" instead of having to do it a backhanded way by expressing contempt for fat people. I am not saying ANY of you will EVER have your metabolism's slow down...or will lose motivation for your workouts, or will EVER do anything to keep you from all being bastions of physical perfection.....but maybe for Karmic reasons you should consider checking your outright disgust at we fatties every once in a while....you know...just in case.
It doesn't help that there are no real walkable areas in Houston either. Everyone drives to get anywhere which means no exercise.
Can you imagine if Houston was a walking city. Then mix in all the humidity and heat. We would go from the fattest city to the mustiest city.
How would you like it if your name was James but people called you fat, in spite of an End the F-Word campaign?
OP calls people FAT, complains about worrying . OP states: "nothing against fat people". OP continues to say flaming words about FAT people's chest. DaFunk? kobe?????? WHY, man?
I love my city, but my god there are so many fat people here. It's one thing to have a little around the waist as you get older, but it's a whole different story when you need a motorized cart to get around the store (before the age of 85). At the rodeo the other day, I saw more fatties than ever before. Seriously, take some pride in yourself and lose a little weight. You can eat those cheese enchiladas still, just not daily. Eat some fish (not fried from long John silvers) and salads and go on a run. Practice self control, you fatties.