I’m not talking crap! It’s real. The problem of obesity is not something that governments use to make proposals and convince you to vote for them. It is a real problem. Is that big and real it even killed me…Right I’m John Smith’s grandma, when I died, I weighted about 595 pounds, right, 270 kilos.
1954 was the year that McDonalds first opened. The date on which I started my addiction? 4th of December 1954— my first BigMac.
On the very beginning, I didn’t pay much attention to what the doctor said, you know: look for a diet that fits you, exercise more, work out…a bit—a never really listened. And this is how I stand here today, dead, standing on over the grave of me and myself.
Well yes, there’s, on the other hand a good side of it: Soon I’ll be having loads of neighbours why obesity is quickly taking over the race on: “The most “killing” disease.”
So now you know. Obesity killed me and will probably kill any other guy who eats 19.000 BigMacs’ in a lifetime [Don’t think I’m talking on the skinny-“goat-beard”-southern guy—no way.]
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