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At what age do morbidly obese people die?
The American Medical Association says that an overweight person – and we’re not talking 500 pounds here – can expect to live anywhere from 13 to 20 years less than a person of normal weight. Black guys – you’re more likely to die younger if you’re overweight. Far more so than people of any other ethnicity.
The average lifespan of an American is 78 years of age. By choosing to be overweight – and it is a choice – you’re cutting your life expectancy to 60 years of age. And that’s without taking other factors into account. In fact, you could die by the time you’re 45 if your family doesn’t have a particularly good life expectancy.
71% of all Americans are now considered obese, which is a cute way of saying massively overweight. The United Kingdom isn’t doing much better, with 67% of its population spilling out over the tops of their jeans.
You know, just as well as I do, that being overweight isn’t an accident. You ploughed every single one of those calories into that pie hole sitting underneath your nose. Nobody put a gun to your head and forced you to eat that last bucket of chicken, or family pizza, that you demolished in less than 10 minutes. That was all you – you did that to yourself. You’re also the only person who can undo it.
But, but, but I have an underactive thyroid, and I’m gluten intolerant and I’m retaining too much fluid, and, and, and…
Let me ask you a really simple question: What else in your life do you make excuses for? You don’t have a job, but that’s somebody else’s fault for not giving you one. You have shitty relationships – or worse again no relationships – with people around you. But that’s not your fault either. You can’t find clothes that fit you, but that’s society’s fault for not understanding your right to be fat. And on and on it goes.
You make excuses for everything in your life that’s not handed to you on a plate, if you’re not busy scoffing down what’s on the plate in front of you instead.
And then you mentally curl up into a ball, and reach for the first thing you know will make you feel better – FOOD. And not healthy food. Oh no…that would make too much sense. Instead you pound a bag of chips, 2 liters of sugary soda, and a lifetime supply of chocolate into you so quickly that anyone watching would think the zombie apocalypse was starting, and you were fattening up for the lean months ahead, or that you were taking part in some kind of Olympic sport.