"I love the use of the term "gym bunnies" as a pejorative term, I find being a gym bunny admirable, far better than being a fat lard arse slobbing out on the sofa eating yourself to an early death."
You can tell what someone does in their leisure time and that they will die young if they are a size 16? Sounds like a circus freakshow talent to me!
Some of you are a bit hysterical. An awful lot of women and men go through periods in their life when they may have put on (or lost) more weight than their partner would find attractive. Or have a dodgy haircut. Or slack on any other indicator of "attractiveness". Usually, it changes back again or moves on in some other way. Sometimes, it doesn't.
Nearly all women and men will change over the course of a relationship in quite significant ways, gaining habits that the other partner may or may not find attractive. Generally speaking, if you marry someone you really are making a commitment to putting up with that as long as it doesn't involve, oh, a new criminal career, an addiction or nefarious sexual activity.
I put on weight because I had an illness that required heavy duty doses of steroids for a period of time. Of course, in your warped worldview, being fat because I couldn't help it is somehow different? Yet at the same time, fat is the barometer whereby you judge personal attributes like self-respect, respect for others, industriousness, intelligence etc so you might meet me and extrapolate from my (rapidly shrinking - though you wouldn't know that) girth that I was a bit of a lazy cow with (understandably) low self-esteem
given my sloth-like movement and propensity to greed and self-indulgence?
It's all so.. Victorian. Go to the gym. Continue on being weirdly smug about being a particular dress size because you "work hard at it". Carry on assuming you know the lifestyle habits of others based on a brief encounter and that you can accurately judge their "health" without access to their medical records based on a statistical probability of mortality. Meet others who are similarly obsessive about their "health" (ha!) and if they are "unhealthy" as judged by a chart (as opposed to actual measures of health like their blood pressure, heart rate, ability to climb up a steep mountain or run a race), make sure you let them know that self-respecting, respectful, hard-working folk like you can't be seen to tolerate fat, lazy slobs who are stuffing themselves into an early grave.
Take care now, size 14 ladies at the gym might sit on you and never move again so blatant is their disregard for your (and their) personhood. Lumbering fatsos, taking over the world like an army of zombies. Never mind, dears, you can flash a taut tummy at them and it may stun them momentarily so you can make a dash for it.