Won't change, don't complain

Hokay as I mentioned briefly in a FB post, while out shopping for last minute stocking stuffers at the local Dollar General (Blatant plug, think its a great chain of stores) I encountered an EXTREMELY obese Caucasian lady who was chatting on her IPhone while walking through the candy isle with a buggy. She was going on and on about her health. How she had Diabetes and couldn't get her blood sugar under control "No matter how hard she tried." and how she might have to go on Dialysis because of it all. She mentioned that her Doctor probably didn't know what he was doing since she just kept getting worse. All this time she was slurping down a Bargs Rootbeer (Non-diet) and "grazing" (Most folks would call it stealing) on a jumbo bag of M&Ms.

Now folks, I am a firm believer that every person has the right to live their life the way they want regardless of the consequences. Long before warning labels on Cigarette packs, my Daddy smoked two packs a day for 70+ years and knew damn well they were bad for him. He told me once "Bobby, I don't give a darn if they are bad for me, I'll smoke them till I die from it." As far as I know, he did exactly that. He did something and accepted the risks there of.

For the record for those who do not know me or haven't read earlier blogs. Not too long ago I weighed 356+ pounds and ate like a pig. I drank 2 or more energy drinks a day and lived off of regular Coke products. Needless to say I contracted Diabetes. Since then I have dropped down to around 220 pounds and I am proud to say my blood sugar and A1C levels are good and getting better. I realized when I was diagnosed that I had well and truly fudged up and took steps to correct those things because I didn't want to die.

Now that said, that was my choice. This lady obviously refused to make that choice, refused to listen to the advice of her doctors and kept living the life she wanted. Which is why she had rolls of fat hanging down her legs over her ankles (Ewww) was wheezing while moving very slowly down the aisle while leaning heavily on the buggy and basically looking like she was about to die right there. That was her choice and that's cool too. But if you are going to kill yourself with calories and chocolate, don't whine about the side effects. Your doctor isn't responsible because you eat a side of beef for lunch garnished with an ice cream sundae. Society isn't to blame because your idea of a midnight snack might be a rack of ribs smothered in honey BBQ sauce. The only person that is responsible is you.

Now I can hear the whiners and bleeding hearts pointing out that she might have a glandular condition that makes her obese. I can hear others whining that she might have been predisposed towards Diabetes and the complications that come with it. In response I refer you to the very first paragraph of this rant and even repeat, "All this time she was slurping down a Bargs Rootbeer (Non-diet) and "grazing" (Most folks would call it stealing) on a jumbo bag of M&Ms." just in case it was missed the first time around. Like I said, If you can't change then don't complain.

Pardon my rant

okay for those who follow me on Facebook, you know by this point that I had several hundred dollars worth of meat stolen from my deep freeze this morning so you can well understand that my opinion of humanity was already running at an all time low (and that is saying something for me) before I went out to the local Wal-Mart to attempt to replace at least part of the meat lost to me. I really wasn't expecting to have that opinion shot any lower, but life never ceases to surprise me.

Now before I go any further, let me state that this rant is not about the current Welfare System and the myriad of abuses that people perform using the government funds given to them for food, medicines and other essentials that everyone needs. No, this rant is about just how rotten people are. Read on for my example.

So I buy what little food that we have extra money for and I pull my buggy up to the "20 items or less" line. (Needless to say that I easily met this requirement.) Ahead of me in the line was a middle aged Caucasian Woman surrounded by four children between the ages of 2 and 6. Her buggy is literally filled with cases of beer, chips etc and several bottles of wine.

The youngest girl reaches out and snags a "2 for a dollar" KitKat and holds it up. The next largest immediately does the same. The woman scolds them both and says, "We can't afford candy so put it back." The girls complied with the youngest crying her eyes out. (Already you can see why this was getting me grumped off but read on.)

The cashier rings up $300.00+ worth of booze and junk. The lady immediately pulls out the Benefits card that you can use to purchase anything (Forget what it's called.) and uses it to pay for the booze and junk. She then drags the still crying little girl out of the store.

Now I am already insulted that this woman paid for alcohol with her benefits card that should only be used to food, clothes, medicine. The fact that this piece of trash wouldn't buy her kids/grand kids a dollars worth of candy while she was buying herself a cart of junk just pisses me off. I should have picked up the candy paid for it and given it to the girls, but I was already in a foul mood so it didn't occur to me till the drive home.

So like I said, my already low opinion of people has reached an all time rock bottom level just in time for Christmas. Here's hoping that yours turns out a lot better than mine has so far.