I am obese. I freely admit it. Can I do anything about it? Not really. I eat far less, for example, than many thin people I know. I eat better than many of them, as well. Does that stop my obesity? Not a chance. I admit to a lack of exercise. But considering I have two blown knees, arthritis in my back, degenerative joint disease, have had not one, but two surgeries in a year for ovarian cysts (second a complete hysterectomy just finished), am facing a third surgery (hernia the size of a softball or larger), it kind of precludes me doing a lot of exercise. Before all this happened, I was much fitter.
I used to unload semi trucks by hand, for example. Spending 8 hours a day lifting and carrying various weights is a very good workout. But even that, coupled with my eating habits (which have not changed in many, many years) did not reduce my obesity.
Does it run in my family? Yes. Are we unhealthy and lazy? Not as far as I can see. In fact, my one sister went to the doctor for a complete checkup, not too long ago, and the only thing he could find wrong with her was the excess pounds she was carrying. Everything else was perfectly healthy. In other words, if she was not what modern times in this country deem as obese, she would have been absolutely perfect.
I think that this country’s (and others) idea of what is a proper weight is skewed. I feel, if your extra weight does not cause you problems, then people should not judge you because of it.
For me to actively lose weight, for example, I would probably have to reduce myself to less than 500 calories a day, mostly fruits and vegetables. And when I began eating more, after losing, that would bounce right back up. Yet people like @Seek_Kolinahr @bob_, and @goose756 seem to think it is all due to overeating and lack of exercise.
I have reached a point where I do not care what people think of me. When I am confronted with attitudes like that, I consider them to be selfish, ignorant, uncaring, and not worth my time. I do the best I can. I live with a very fit, slender, sexy man who loves me as I am. He hates my physical problems because of what they do to me. That does not include my weight. He knew me before I blew my knees, and knows that my weight did not hold me back from anything I wanted to do, unless society itself, showed it’s prejudice (like the size of roller coaster seats preventing me from riding them anymore).