There was a whale I worked with some years ago. He was in his 20’s at the time, solidly obese and having the early problems that come with it -- bad knee problems, early stage reflux, etc. He was into the office softball team, but he hit the post-game wings+beer parties like a Cat 5 hurricane hitting making landfall. He was getting medical attention and still had a chance at getting a life back then.
I left that office and hadn’t seen him for ~10 years, until I ran into him at a dart bar a couple nights ago. HFS! He was ~275 lbs when I last saw him, but he’s an easy 400+ now. His reflux is so advanced that the overnight rising of stomach acid is dissolving his vocal chords and his voice sounds like his diet is 100% made of 90 proof whiskey, unfiltered Camels and sandpaper. His voice was so shot that his reflux will probably develop into esophageal cancer before too long. I don’t know if he’ll catch a stroke or heart attack first. It may be a close race. His movements (just like his body) are so slow and ponderous that it’s like watching an elephant, rhino or hippo doing a slow walk (although they all can run, but I’m sure this guy can’t). He’s now married (I don’t want to think about what to), bought a house and has kids (don’t dare think about what they look like either).
The part I don’t understand is that he’s got everything in life that a lot of people wish for but never get (a well-paying professional-level job, solid career, house, wife, kids, etc) and he’s still knowingly killing himself a day at a time with overeating. He’s not uninformed or dumb. He’s intelligent -- except for the knowing and therefore intentional suicide by overeating lifestyle. His gradual suicide is intentional, so I have no pity or sympathy for him. I just don’t understand it. Why the fuck would somebody who’s got what many people wish for but never get kill himself that way?