Those Weird Things That Come With Being MORBIDLY OBESE. (A thread for laughs)
 

I find the whole fupa thing so offensive and...disturbing really. lol

ROFL at Fupa, I know about that but for some reason when I hear people talk about it its funny.

Having to worry about if something is going to hold up up before you sit on it.

hmm I have a few...we had some cheaper toilet seats for a while and my fat booty kept breaking them...i would either break the hooks holding it on or crack the dam thing in half...:o

all underwear rubs in the wrong spots...grrr..;)

How about really small public restroom stalls:mad:

THE WORST! hehe

HOw about friends taking you out and they only have a two door?

My fat *** isn't crawling in no backseat! :P

the HEAT. I am always uncomfortably warm in a room where most people are comfortable. I am quite sure this is due to all my insulation.


Having to tie my shoes sorta off to the side because I can't bend straight over. This started during pregnancy and never really went away.

OMG, my shoes tie to the center. How about everybody elses?

Chub-rub (thighs). Gak!!!!!!!

Lmao I love the term FUPA. My best friend and I are constantly talking about our FUPA'S :lol: lol, but we're probably weirdo's :lol:

fupa is funny i've not heard that before, at work we call them skippy pouches.

i can't lay down in the steam room at the gym with other people in there because if you have to move you get the suction noise.

the way the soles of trainers collapse very quickly.

the way everyone stares at you in a cafe or food hall when you are buying to see what you eating and if they see bad food they tut and shake there heads.

OMG FUPA.... I am going to have to mention it to my sis...

I hate the way I cannot shop at any place in the mall... nothing they have there is big enough for me.

Chub rub: check
Boils/skin issues: check
Shoe tying: check (I gave up on tie shoes, they always come untied for me, and now wear mocs, zip-ups or Velcro-strap shoes: although there are some kinds of laces that you don't have to tie, they have a pull-up toggle in them [look for Yankz, the Sahalie catalog has them]. I never was good at tying shoes at any rate, I must have been 9 years old before I got the knack)
Small loo stalls: check (I go to the handicap stall whenever there is one)
Loo making an ominous sound like it might not support your weight: check
FUPA: check!

This happened to me once, when I was at my high weight. In my parents' house, of course, so it wasn't even my toilet seat! My father was pissed.

I get a random sore on my right hip from time to time from my skin rubbing against my pants. It's always in the same place, only on the right hip. So weird.

Having to back up into a bathroom stall, I feel like I should be beeping as I do (and I've also been bitten in the butt - literally - by a toilet seat I've cracked).

Having to use 2 in 1 shampp/conditioner, because I didn't have the energy to rinse, repeat (just losing what I have, I can once again enjoy the luxury of a separate conditioner again).

Wearing bicycle shorts, not for bicycling, but to wear under pantyhose, then finally having to give up wearing pantyhose.

Considering yourself too fat to wear dresses and skirts, and then after gaining more weight, consider yourself too fat to wear anything else.

Being forced to choose between comfortable and beautiful shoes, and then ending up with the choice between beautiful shoes and the ability to walk.

Remembering when your dress shoes had a three inch heel, and now means black athletic shoes or suede mary janes with a velcro closure.

When the only clothing you can share with your thinner sister is a poncho (which comes to your thigh, and on your sister reaches past her knees).

Having a hole in your pantyhose which chafes your upper thigh fat. I wanted to take them off in church so bad!!!

Taking an hour to find an outfit that doesn't make you "look fat". (Duh, I look fat in everything because I am fat!)

Feeling like you are going to have to start buying first class plane tickets if you put on any more weight.

Wishing for the day that your clothes don't have a W after the size - or the day that you don't ever have to shop at Lane Bryant again.

LMAO @ FUPA!!! And you can add me to the broken furniture club...I broke a daybed once...

Not being able to walk from the car to a fishing hole or to go pheasant hunting because it's too hard to walk for a couple hours toting a 20 gauge (which isn't that heavy).

Worrying about turning furniture to kindling.

Worrying about fitting in an airplane seat, booth, or amusement park ride.

Sleep Apnea.

Shopping for clothes (hard to find); shopping for food (like Sli said people check out your cart)

Ditto to all of those things! Also not being able to wear the stype of clothing I like.

Stretch marks.

Not being able to get up off the floor without the help of heavy machinery.

Going to a resturant and dreading that the only table left is a booth.

Severe joint pain at age 27.

I hate.....Worrying that the harness on an amusement park ride won't close adequately and that you'll have to get off because of it.

This was one of the reasons I had to do this. I got season passes for Hershey Park. I would just die if that happened....

When you have to sit in a table and bench that are connected in a diner and you barely fit in. (and feel terribly uncomfortable the entire time)

When you have to tug at your button down shirt because it keeps "gaping" every time you move.

Feeling so lazy that you don't want to get up for ANYTHING..


I can't wait until all this is OVER... SOON!

Things I do not miss dealing with anymore:

Lifting fat rolls to wash under them.

Rash under my stomach flop in the summer (ouch!)

Having to twist sideways to get through airplane aisles.

Cringeing when walking by a group of young boys, just waiting for the name calling to start.

Checking behind me before dropping down into stadium seating to make sure I don't hit the armrest and hurt myself (did that too many times).

The amusement park ride fear of fitting.

Going to a social gathering and hoping I am not the biggest one there.

Somehow, this thread doesn't create laughs/fun for me. All this stuff still hurts me. *shrug*

I hated that so much. I cried so hard when I waited 3 hours for a ride I couldn't fit in.

Most humor is based on someone's pain. To watch shows like America's Funniest Home Video, you learn that apparently the funniest events in the world, are shots the crotch or being thrown from a horse (ideally at a wedding).

Sometimes humor is only someone else's pain, or pain that we experienced so long ago, that it almost is like it happened to someone else.

Some people can laugh at themselves, even while they're still hurting, and even find it therapeutic, but that's not true of everyone in every situation, and it often depends on how deep and how fresh the wounds are. There's a good chance that a a woman who just found out her husband is having an affair, may not find a cheating spouse joke very funny. On the other hand, she might (especially if the joke has a gruesome ending for the cheaters).

Life sucks sometimes, and both crying and laughing can be the appropriate, even therapeutic response, and there's no need to justify one response over the other. If laughing is your way of dealing with pain, there's nothing to be ashamed of, and if you don't find pain humor funny, that's not wrong either.

The nice thing about this thread is that the title is very clear on what to expect so you can avoid it if you need to.

All of the above!

Ive never heard the FUPA refrence before though.

Chub Rub- Check! When I worked at the nursing home, I had to buy new pants often. I walked so many miles a day, and my pants would get holes in them where my thighs rubbed.

Not being able to wear dresses- Check! I NEVER wear dresses or skirts because I hate the rub. Some nurse at the health dept that wears skirts all the time (she is heavy too) told me their are some sort of shorts to wear under skirts that are made with regular cotton like my normal undies. She said she wears those. Ive never ran across any shorts type undies like that. The only ones Ive found are boy shorts and those dont work because they roll up, and those girtle type undies.

Panties that rub all the worng areas- Check! This is one that really drives me nuts. I have the hardest time finding undies and bras. More so than other clothes. Either my undies fit correctly through the thigh area, and the wasit comes up to my ear, or the waist fits correctly and my fat roll hangs out the sides at the bottom. Gross, I know.

OK, I too don't understand the public restrooms being so damn small and then the door opening from the inside! Where the heck are you suppose to stand to even get in or out of there? LOL

Another is the irritating, gross rub, rub, swoosh, swoosh from walking in the heat. Please give me some air conditioning set at 65 degrees...LOL

My thighs rubbing together and causing a rash is one of the most annoying things! Also pants wearing out in the inner thigh area lol. Shoes wearing out fast is annoying as well! My kids always like to touch my stomach and lay on it because it is soft and comfy lol. I kind of like that though, I wish it was flat but it is sweet when my kids get cozy on me.

Another thing I hate is always being warm. I can go outside in the winter without a coat and it doesn't bother me that much! That is okay but in the summer I am sweating and feel so hot all of the time!

One time at my parents house I totally broke their rocking chair. It was really embarrassing and hurt my pride. I felt bad for breaking the chair. They had to pay to get it fixed and I have made sure to never sit on it again!

FUPA... :rofl:

Not being able to wear corduroys for fear of starting a fire with all the friction between my thighs, not to mention the noise they make, ughhh.

Ugh... that's EVERY pair of pants for me. Pants have about a 4-5 month lifespan with me before the inner thighs wear out.

The stair-climbing wheeze...need I say more? :p

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I wanted to write something about the FUPA but thought it might be too...um...adult for this site! LOL Oh, how I hate mine. That and my cellulite thighs make me ill.

I will not miss having to put underarm deodorant/antiperspirant under all my chubs....back, fupa, boobs...BLECH.

I am such a sweat-er that I just drip if I don't. It is so gross either way:(
I am excited to be losing weight. Someday, I won't have to worry about all this "extra". The lifting to wash, the lifting to make sure I've dried well, the putting deodorant/antiperspirant on all my folds, the making sure my shirt is long enough to cover it.

I do get the rash between my thighs sometimes and I worry about airplane seat belts because sometimes they have a lot of leftover space and some I only have a few inches. gahhhhh!

Does it really go away?! I always thought it just shrunk, but still hung down. I will be so very thrilled if it does go away.


I won't miss doing "things" with the lights out and not wanting Hubby to touch my stomach.

I won't miss having to wear shirts that are long enough to cover the apron tummy.

For the thigh rubbing/chafing, you should try Body Glide. Marathon runners use it to prevent thigh chafe. If you've got a really good sports store near you, you could probably find it, but the only place I've ever been able to find it is on the internet.

I won't miss the horrible bruises I get on my hips from sitting in stadium seats.

I won't miss accidentally knocking students' stuff off their desks with my big arse. (Although that's kind of a moot point, as I've already decided this will be my last year teaching.)

I won't miss the horrible rashes I get in my groin area in the summer. It got so bad last year that I had to get prescription meds.

I won't miss having to buy clothes just because they fit, not because I like them.

I won't miss my feet throbbing at the end of the day.

This has been really amusing but with a lot of these I thinking to myself WHEW! I am so glad I never had THAT problem! Like the "body folds" issue. I don't know if I just got lucky or if my fat is just super-evenly distributed but I realized I do not have any actual "folds" on my body. The only place where one part of my body hangs onto another part is the under-bust area because of this circus-large chest. HOWEVER... that part gets damp and chafes so I have actually taken to using my blow-dryer on it after the shower to make sure it is perfectly dry. So hopefully when I am not fat I won't have to blow-dry my boobs anymore!

I have a couple to add:

I will NOT miss walking up the stairs at work and having to talk to someone while I'm out of breath, knowing they can tell I'm having a hard time communicating

I will NOT miss feeling like a fat *** for taking an elevator (it always feels like the other people on there feel like I should be taking the stairs)

I will NOT miss the stares I get when I walk into a normal size clothes store (usually I'm shopping for a gift, but its so obvious nothing there will fit me)

I will NOT miss all the comments of: "You would be so much prettier if you lost a few pounds" and "Your face is so pretty"

I will NOT miss being the fattest person in the room

I will NOT miss the stares I get from smaller people when I am in the grocery store buying junk food for my hubby...the stares in the cart are REAL people!

I will NOT miss avoiding all mirrors, reflections of myself, or anything that will give me a glimpse of how I have let myself go...

AND HERES A SHOCKER:
I WILL miss shopping a torrid.com....they have the CUTEST thick girl clothes I have ever seen...