My mum's gone off to Fat Fighters this morning and she's been gone nearly an hour. Ironically it's held in a leisure centre. Hopefully they'll have had them all sat around in a circle and someone will have come in and said, 'Look will you just follow me.' They will all of been led to the expensive and dusty exercise equipment lying dormant in the basement of the leisure centre. 'You can either spend two hours upstairs, being lied to by a woman paid to sell food to you or you could spend that time actually losing the weight. Whaddya say?' The truth is that 90% of them will wander back upstairs because what they're really after is a nice cuppa tea, a chat and the recognition that there are fatter and uglier people in the world than them. And who can blame them?
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