I'm no featherweight. Clocked in this morning at 217. I once weighed 284. So maybe I'm like that annoying guy who quit smoking 6 weeks ago and is sanctimonious as hell.
But I took my son to a local amusement park-type bowling/lasertag place on Sunday. I felt like that kid in 6th Sense. "Everywhere I look I see fat people." The only skinny people seemed to be 16 year old boys (who can chew through 4000 calories a day like lawnmowers).
Dang, dude. This nation has really let itself go.