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.