Those insensitive slender people

Don't these boorish clods understand that rotund people get equally as hungry, maybe even more so, than their svelte peers?
By John Pierre | Aug 09, 2012

Some slender people (not all but some) make me sick.

Many of them maintain schedules of regular exercise and can be seen jogging several miles each morning while I find it much more rewarding to snooze a little longer in my warm bed.

It is also worth considering that the joggers’ knees and ankles will likely wear out as they progress in age.  My blankets won't.

Recently I sat in a restaurant next to a person who, while shoveling in massive quantities of food as he was hunkered over with his face inches from his plate and without ever laying his fork down for a rest, began to loudly proclaim to a friend and other diners within hearing distance that he never gains a pound.

How insensitive.  How disgusting.

He's the kind who can go into a clothing store and buy his slacks off the rack.  With a waist size smaller in circumference than the length of his inseam.  Like a 30 inch waist and a 34 inch leg.

Some of us, on the other hand, either have to go into a fat shop to buy our clothes or have each garment tailored to accommodate a 44 inch waist and a 29 inch leg.

Skinny people always look with disdain on a fat person enjoying a meal.  They give him one of those "Don't you ever stop eating?" looks.

Don't these boorish clods understand that rotund people get equally as hungry, maybe even more so, than their svelte peers?

When slim folks get hungry, they think nothing of eating mounds of food until they're stuffed to the gills while those who are pleasingly plump (that's what my mama called me ... she was a very kind person) show restraint at what they order which is often some disgustingly non-satisfying salad when they really want to wrap themselves around a fantastic "Monte Cristo" sandwich with all the trimmings.

There is a basic difference between the slender folk and those of us who carry a few pounds too many.

When feeling philosophical, the 150 pounders remind themselves to "stop and smell the roses."

Us "healthier" folk tend to prefer to "stop and smell the pot roast."

Comments (3)
Posted by: Nathaniel R Brown | Aug 09, 2012 15:23

Poor John Pierre – always sick of something (two weeks ago it was democracy in action that raised his ire), always tired of things, always seeing one more thing to disapprove of.

 

Now it’s slim people who eat.  Well, cancel the Olympics, I guess – some of those slim people put down 8, 10, 12 thousand calories a day.  Having spent my life in professional sports, I guess I’ve simply had to get used to slim, fit people who eat.  For a long time, I was one of them.  Today I’m a bit rounder, but I don’t resent Those Who Eat – though maybe I envy them a bit.

 

Is the Constant Curmudgeon ever FOR anything?   Or must we always feel a tinge of dread when we open the Beacon each week, knowing Mr. Pierre will have a new groan for us.  It feels like constant, dripping, gray rain. Perhaps a better name for our newspaper would be The Weekly WailThe Edmonds Moan?

Come on, Edmonds is a wonderful place.  There is room for the pleasingly plump as well as the fit, those who eat and those who can’t – even room for those who don’t want coal trains.  Let’s find something to enjoy!  Or at least to encourage – like exercise and a healthy appetite, even if we ourselves can’t quite manage it any more.



Posted by: Nathaniel R Brown | Aug 09, 2012 15:25

Poor Bill Pierre – always sick of something (two weeks ago it was democracy in action that raised his ire), always tired of things, always seeing one more thing to disapprove of.

 

Now it’s slim people who eat.  Well, cancel the Olympics, I guess – some of those slim people put down 8, 10, 12 thousand calories a day.  Having spent my life in professional sports, I guess I’ve simply had to get used to slim, fit people who eat.  For a long time, I was one of them.  Today I’m a bit rounder, but I don’t resent Those Who Eat – though maybe I envy them a bit.

 

Is the Constant Curmudgeon ever FOR anything?   Or must we always feel a tinge of dread when we open the Beacon each week, knowing Mr. Pierre will have a new groan for us.  It feels like constant, dripping, gray rain. Perhaps a better name for our newspaper would be The Weekly WailThe Edmonds Moan?

Come on, Edmonds is a wonderful place.  There is room for the pleasingly plump as well as the fit, those who eat and those who can’t – even room for those who don’t want coal trains.  Let’s find something to enjoy!  Or at least to encourage – like exercise and a healthy appetite, even if we ourselves can’t quite manage it any more.



Posted by: Nathaniel R Brown | Aug 09, 2012 15:27

My apologies to Mr. Pierre for mistaking his first name in my post.  I have corrected this, above.

 

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