Oh man, I don’t want to derail the thread into fatty stories, but holy shit, I just have to tell this story, it seriously scarred me for life.
My girlfriend back when was a skinny little chick (did pro-ballet until she fucked up her feet, was in amazing shape) who told me the reason she, back when, wound up with all the typical starving teenage female eating disorders was because of her father disgusting her by being a huge gross fatass and watching him eat at the dinner table.
Now, I probably rolled my eyes and thought “Puh-lease”. I had never met her father (they lived in upstate NY in some godforskaen little town by the Canadian border; we were both in the city), but one day she had to visit and asked me to come. So, I’m sort-of curious to meet her father that I’ve heard all these crazy things about, particularly about his weight. She keeps telling me he’s almost 400 lbs and her height (5’4?) and I’m like, “There’s no fucking way he’s 400 lbs and your height he wouldn’t even be able to walk.”
So I meet this guy. Hoooo leeee shit. She was not exaggerating. I don’t know how this guy could walk (well, waddle very very slowly) without a cane. He was indeed about 5’4 and, almost literally, a fucking SPHERE. Dude looked like Tweddle Dee, except Tweedle Dee is thinner. Anyways, that was not the part that grossed me out…
Okay, so we’re about to have dinner with the family. I’ve heard nightmare stories about his eating, which I’ve never believed, but I’m starting to wonder now, after seeing him in the flesh. We sit down and her mom serves everyone, breaded chicken cutlets, mac & cheese, etc. but…not her husband. All he gets is a big plate of plain white rice because “he’s on a diet”.
Now, okay, a big plate of starch isn’t the best food to eat if you’re on a diet, but still, I started thinking, “Dang, this guy is at least trying. Here he is, sitting around a table in front of all these people eating tasty (well…tastier) food right in front of him, and he’s just going to eat a big plate of plain white rice, good for him.” So yeah, I started to relax and like him more.
Then he goes, “Honey, where’s the butter.”
Now, I had never seen anyone put butter on their rice before, but apparently it’s not all that uncommon…but…not like this. She hands him a full, unopened stick of butter and he cuts a pat off and into his rice…then another…and another…and another…and another…and another…until the whole stick is gone. Then he takes ANOTHER stick of butter and repeats the process until THAT stick of butter is completely used up, then grabs a fucking THIRD stick of butter, cuts up only half of it into his rice (presumably because he’s on a diet). He starts stirring, and I’m starring, but I can’t look away. His former big plate of white rice is now a big yellow broth with some rice grains floating in it and he digs in…after consuming it all he lifts the plate to his lips to guzzle down any remaining butter. I just starred at him, horrified, but luckily he was too into eating to notice me.
I seriously could not eat anything for the next 48 hours we spent there. This was 7-8 years ago, and just typing this now and remembering my stomach is churning. Anyways, if any of you are ever feeling weak and about to go for a 2nd slice of pie or something when you know you shouldn’t, just visualize my ex-gf’s father eating his rice.