being fat makes you strong!

scruffmcbuff said:
Theres no discussion mate his face is blown. Insulina.

The_Lone_Wolf said:Not one mention of lasagna yet!

The_Lone_Wolf said:
The stories of him backstage smashing into groupies like an out of control bumper car, rimming anything that moved, snorting crushed up oxys off of the pristine balloon knots of Venezuelan beauty queens are all the stories of legend. The man had style and a filthy appetite for destruction.

little_a said:
Ray Charles didn't

Benvie said:
Nor did Miles Davis despite his love of heroin.

StevenFatty said:
I understand the angle you are coming from. However, I'd have to disagree with you to an a certain extent...but I respect your thinking and clearly you are not stupid.
As a biologist (a proper one, not just someone with a degree who gleans information from google) I would like to offer my perspective, and the reason I'd like to offer it is because I wouldn't like to think you are complacent about your health status (although I'm not saying you have anything to worry about either).
The positive correlation between being heavy and stroke and heart disease risk is absolutely real. Correlations don't necessarily show cause an effect, many confounding factors can influence the correlation (e.g. fat people may be more likely to smoke).
The appropriate question to ask is.... does the risk only apply to individuals who are heavy due to high body fat, or does it apply to those who are heavy due to large muscle mass? The discussion around that is a bit complicated, but in general the evidence does point to large amounts of muscle mass being a risk factor..and there are a variety of reasons for that as well including further confounding factors. However, there are clearly also some heath promoting factors of muscle as well.
So, it isn't a black and white issue...but it isn't safe to assume you are safe from health risk factors because your heavy weight is due to muscle mass.
You are right to point out that the BMI isn't gospel.
All this coming from someone who calls himself 'StevenFatty'

Benvie said:
Nor did Miles Davis despite his love of heroin.

jwp said:I thought Kris' alter ego was Purple Aka?

Wayne_Cowdrey said:Isn't waist circumference also an unreliable indicator?

You can have a thick (non fatty) torso from training with big weights.

Wayne_Cowdrey said:Isn't waist circumference also an unreliable indicator?

You can have a thick (non fatty) torso from training with big weights.

Wayne_Cowdrey said:Isn't waist circumference also an unreliable indicator?

You can have a thick (non fatty) torso from training with big weights.

The_Lone_Wolf said:
I could tell you some stories about Miles, geez, what a guy!
I went out for a drink a few weeks back with Kriss Akabusi, or as he likes to be known to his close mates, The Busi. Anyway, The Busi and I were in his local Weatherspoons and I was drinking a cold pint of Stella while The Busi supped upon his pint of archers, lemonade and red bull. He was telling me about the time he was touring the states and was doing motivational poetry in some jazz clubs. His act would always go down a storm, and one poster advertising his routine billed him as Hurricane Akabusi! Anyway, one night after slipping off stage, The Busi went into his dressing room to take off his poetry dungarees and slip into something a bit more relaxed, and he heard a noise coming from the room next door.
Without hesitation, The Busi's rim radar was on high alert and he went to investigate. He stood outside the noise producing door all excited like a fat kid outside Greggs at opening time. He knocked once and the noises continued, so he opened the door to find Miles Davis off his tits on poppers, with mountains of coke piled high on the table. The Busi looked on in awe as he saw Miles laying flat on the floor with his trademark trumpet in his mouth, while queues of drunken women fighted over who would be next to fart into it. Miles loved it and The Busi was a fan of his work. To quote my mate Busi, "Miles was laying there crying tears of joy and these absolute sorts were taking it in turns guffing into trumpet while he pulled away at his shrunken shaft." Seemingly Miles had lost contact with his source and was unable to score some quality test to inject direct to his bellend.
Anyway, I won't go into details, but The Busi told me he left the room with all the women broken and covered in his majestic man fat like a painters radio.
They remained good friends up until the week of Miles death, where they fell out when The Busi knocked over a statue of a unicorn in Miles apartment during a rampant orgy. They didn't speak again and sadly when Miles passed away it left a trumpet shaped hole in The Busi's heart. He remembers him fondly.