I don't say this to discourage you, I say this to encourage you to change your lifestyle now, while it's still possible to change the trajectory you're on.
I made a lifestyle change 15+ years ago by dieting and working out in the gym. I'm more healthier today than when I weighed 400 pounds as a teenager. Because I'm not doing it your way, than I'm obviously doing it wrong. Which gives your the perfect excuse to lecture me about my weight.
This is why you and others go off on paragraphs after paragraphs of self-righteousness about my weight — and then whine when I push back.
So imagine how much a fat a person who is 5'10" and doesn't exercise must have at 350 lbs.
I do exercise. That's the part you keep ignoring because it's an inconvenient fact. You want to see a piggery fat person.
I carry my weight well enough to look like your football.
He weight about the same as you, but he is also 6'7 [...]
I'm 5'-10" and 350 pounds. You're comparing me to a taller and heavier guy.
That's like comparing white chocolate to dark chocolate!
How would it make sense that an IT dude with neck rolls does?
A thin layer of skin covers the flat area between my breast bone and belly button. If someone tells you that you are fat and then indicate that he will poke you in the stomach (halfway between the breast bone and belly button), you react by tensing your muscles to become hard as a rock.
This also works when being punched in the stomach.
Tense up your muscles, absorb the impact, and throw a counter punch while your opponent is reacting to the pain of slamming his fist into a brick wall. Works every time.
In real life, people think the exact same things, will say the exact same things when you're not in the room, they just don't say it to your face.
Except for the health nuts at work. They're always in my face. "You need to drink more water!" I show them my water bottle. "You need to eat healthier!" I show them my yogurt and sunflowers seeds. "You need to exercise more!" When I ask them to help me take monitors over to far side of the campus (three blocks away), they have something else to do.
Have you EVER been to see a doctor about your inability to lose weight?
The last doctor I've been to 15 years ago when he told me I was fat and tried to poke me in the stomach. He almost broke his finger. Muscle is harder than fat. He then kicked me out of his office. After that incident, I stopped seeing doctors entirely. My doctor prior to him never talked to me about my weight since I'm physically a big guy and not just overweight.
And ultimately, the link between being morbidly obese and dying early is very well established.
For fat people who don't exercise, don't diet and gave in to the naysayers. I do exercise, I do diet and I keep a positive attitude in the face of overwhelming negativity. And 99.9% of the negativity comes from Slashdot. The only time someone made an issue of my weight in real life was when a coworker announced during a meeting that I needed lap-band surgery — and then he wondered why everyone treated him like a douche bag after the meeting.
Sorry, I guess I meant "the terrible growling and slurping sounds from the basement".
The only time noise became an issue is when the kitchen manager and I drink small bottles of hot sauce to stare each other down. We would both turned bright red and sweat profusely. The Mexicans on the line were hooting and hollering. My boss always looked away. I always get these loud hiccups. The front of the house manager would ask me to go outside because people in the restaurant could hear me..
When did they figure out that the terrible shrieking and tearing sounds from the basement was actually you eating all their profits?
The kitchen manager was bigger and taller than me. According to his father (who is bigger and taller at 7'-0"), kitchen manager was the runt (smallest) of the family. After having spaghetti dinners for three years in a row, I didn't eat spaghetti for the next seven years.
Yes, after 15 years of your daily 20 minutes of treadmill, you can powerwalk to the fridge like an Olympian! Even a hyena would blush in shame at how you attack a fridge!
It's painfully obvious that fat people make you stupider.
My community college refused to teach C/C++ because the Microsoft site license for Visual Studios expired. The dean offered to teach C/C++ on Linux and the textbook supported CLI compiling. But, no, it wouldn't be. Surveys of Silicon Valley companies indicated that C/C++ programmers required VS experience. When the site license got renewed, the lab computers were too old to run Visual Studios.NET. The dean taught C/C++ on Linux and nobody told the administration.
Yes because everybody knows he could have used a regular expression.
I don't recall using regex for my XML parser in Java. If I did, I would probably have gotten a book on regex (which I don't have). I did have a brief exposure to regex in my Linux administration classes. Never took Perl because the class got cancelled for not enough students. These days I used regex with Beautiful Soup to parse Slashdot comments in my Python script.
I've been hearing that for decades for now. Here's the problem with that assessment: I don't believe it and I don't let it stop me from living. That's the real problem you have with me.
You are not built like a body-builder [...]
Broad shoulders, narrow waist. The potential is there.
[...] you are not even built like a football player.
I'm frequently asked if I ever played high school or college football. People are often surprised that I haven't. I was a butterball when I was younger. After I did long-distance bike riding (20+ miles) for three years, I started going to the gym 15+ years ago.
Slashdot Mirror
based on my experience, no one here gives a flying fuck what someone who went from special ed to getting kicked out of college thinks does or says.
You're wrong. I had some good discussion with people today on Slashdot. Spiking my comments with your negativity won't change that.
I don't say this to discourage you, I say this to encourage you to change your lifestyle now, while it's still possible to change the trajectory you're on.
I made a lifestyle change 15+ years ago by dieting and working out in the gym. I'm more healthier today than when I weighed 400 pounds as a teenager. Because I'm not doing it your way, than I'm obviously doing it wrong. Which gives your the perfect excuse to lecture me about my weight. This is why you and others go off on paragraphs after paragraphs of self-righteousness about my weight — and then whine when I push back.
So you've chosen the ONE spot on your belly where it's possible to tense your muscles and feel it.
That's the spot where the doctor poked.
Tell your doctor about the numbness and tingling you get in your feet every now and again. Tell him about the headaches.
Symptoms that I don't have.
The best revenge on us asshats here on Slashdot would be for you to get healthy, and live to a ripe old age.
Yes, I'm going to outlive you and all my relatives.
So imagine how much a fat a person who is 5'10" and doesn't exercise must have at 350 lbs.
I do exercise. That's the part you keep ignoring because it's an inconvenient fact. You want to see a piggery fat person. I carry my weight well enough to look like your football.
What races?
Race to the bottom. Do you seriously everyone else likes reading about your schoolyard antics.
He weight about the same as you, but he is also 6'7 [...]
I'm 5'-10" and 350 pounds. You're comparing me to a taller and heavier guy. That's like comparing white chocolate to dark chocolate!
How would it make sense that an IT dude with neck rolls does?
A thin layer of skin covers the flat area between my breast bone and belly button. If someone tells you that you are fat and then indicate that he will poke you in the stomach (halfway between the breast bone and belly button), you react by tensing your muscles to become hard as a rock.
This also works when being punched in the stomach. Tense up your muscles, absorb the impact, and throw a counter punch while your opponent is reacting to the pain of slamming his fist into a brick wall. Works every time.
In real life, people think the exact same things, will say the exact same things when you're not in the room, they just don't say it to your face.
Except for the health nuts at work. They're always in my face. "You need to drink more water!" I show them my water bottle. "You need to eat healthier!" I show them my yogurt and sunflowers seeds. "You need to exercise more!" When I ask them to help me take monitors over to far side of the campus (three blocks away), they have something else to do.
Have you EVER been to see a doctor about your inability to lose weight?
The last doctor I've been to 15 years ago when he told me I was fat and tried to poke me in the stomach. He almost broke his finger. Muscle is harder than fat. He then kicked me out of his office. After that incident, I stopped seeing doctors entirely. My doctor prior to him never talked to me about my weight since I'm physically a big guy and not just overweight.
And ultimately, the link between being morbidly obese and dying early is very well established.
For fat people who don't exercise, don't diet and gave in to the naysayers. I do exercise, I do diet and I keep a positive attitude in the face of overwhelming negativity. And 99.9% of the negativity comes from Slashdot. The only time someone made an issue of my weight in real life was when a coworker announced during a meeting that I needed lap-band surgery — and then he wondered why everyone treated him like a douche bag after the meeting.
A Doctorate degree: You become A Douchebag
FTFY - Based on my experience with self-proclaimed PhDs on Slashdot.
Sorry, I guess I meant "the terrible growling and slurping sounds from the basement".
The only time noise became an issue is when the kitchen manager and I drink small bottles of hot sauce to stare each other down. We would both turned bright red and sweat profusely. The Mexicans on the line were hooting and hollering. My boss always looked away. I always get these loud hiccups. The front of the house manager would ask me to go outside because people in the restaurant could hear me..
1) Drastically curtailed (or perhaps even eliminated) your sex life, unless you're wasting a shitload of money by paying for it;
The boys downstairs disagree — and are still perky as ever. Especially with volume. The girls don't call me Heavy Creamer for nothing.
2) Dramatically reduced your ability to enjoy activities that involve getting up from your chair;
The desk chair that I get up from every 45 minutes to take a walk?
3) Subjected you to uncountable aches, pains and other inconveniences which make day-to-day living less enjoyable.
The only aches I have are from working out at the gym. Or when I spend eight hours walking around or standing in lines at the comic cons.
And you're still a butterball.
Butterballs don't have thin waists.
If the photo you've been sharing here is after 15+ years of working out at the gym, you should really ask for your money back.
I should get my money back on allergy medication. Every Spring I get sick when the roses are in full bloom. That's the only I'm ever sick.
If you haven't seen Casey Neistat's latest video today, he's under investigation by the FAA and can't fly his drones in NYC.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nujgBunvgBI
[..] how long after the restaurant hired you did they go out of business?
The Old Spaghetti Factory in San Jose is still in business.
http://www.osf.com/location/san-jose-ca/.
When did they figure out that the terrible shrieking and tearing sounds from the basement was actually you eating all their profits?
The kitchen manager was bigger and taller than me. According to his father (who is bigger and taller at 7'-0"), kitchen manager was the runt (smallest) of the family. After having spaghetti dinners for three years in a row, I didn't eat spaghetti for the next seven years.
Yes, after 15 years of your daily 20 minutes of treadmill, you can powerwalk to the fridge like an Olympian! Even a hyena would blush in shame at how you attack a fridge!
It's painfully obvious that fat people make you stupider.
That would be a terrible mistake
My community college refused to teach C/C++ because the Microsoft site license for Visual Studios expired. The dean offered to teach C/C++ on Linux and the textbook supported CLI compiling. But, no, it wouldn't be. Surveys of Silicon Valley companies indicated that C/C++ programmers required VS experience. When the site license got renewed, the lab computers were too old to run Visual Studios .NET. The dean taught C/C++ on Linux and nobody told the administration.
...and all still garbage...
After all these years, I'm sure that the Java garbage collection works now.
Java Coders (10 years ago) -> Python Coders (now) -> Swift Coders (future)
Yes because everybody knows he could have used a regular expression.
I don't recall using regex for my XML parser in Java. If I did, I would probably have gotten a book on regex (which I don't have). I did have a brief exposure to regex in my Linux administration classes. Never took Perl because the class got cancelled for not enough students. These days I used regex with Beautiful Soup to parse Slashdot comments in my Python script.
They're all tourist traps. The beer is cheaper, further away from the castles. Storm a beer garden instead.
I don't think they had beer gardens back in medieval times.
If you're going to storm castles, you need one of these for the tabletop game.
http://www.apptivus.com/store/pennypult-toy-trebuchet-kit
Let Me Zuck You?
That's Facebook.
Otherwise we get "web monkeys" who load jQuery before writing a single HTML tag [...]
How do you load jQuery without writing a script tag?
https://www.w3schools.com/jquery/jquery_get_started.asp
Your concept of long-distance biking is ... interesting.
I had a restaurant job and lived ten miles away. So I rode my bike six days a week. The longest bike trip I ever made in one day was 36 miles.
And your gym workouts of 20 minutes of walking and 5 minutes of rowing...
Are only two components of my workout that I shared about on Slashdot.
If you don't like my posts on Slashdot, you can always go to Imzy.
Otherwise, you're gonna die young, kiddo.
I've been hearing that for decades for now. Here's the problem with that assessment: I don't believe it and I don't let it stop me from living. That's the real problem you have with me.
You are not built like a body-builder [...]
Broad shoulders, narrow waist. The potential is there.
[...] you are not even built like a football player.
I'm frequently asked if I ever played high school or college football. People are often surprised that I haven't. I was a butterball when I was younger. After I did long-distance bike riding (20+ miles) for three years, I started going to the gym 15+ years ago.
Go pray your loser working class bullshit on another site.
I must have struck a nerve. The 1% always get nervous around working-class techs.