I can’t hide from the facts any longer. I had to take an airplane trip on my latest vactation. Because of my weight, one plane ticket would not be enough, I had to pay for two. I was informed that this was the only way I could board the plane. It didn’t seem right to me, but I was in no position to argue. I paid for the seat, and I vowed never to fly this stupid airline again with their discriminatory practices. I can’t help it if their seats are too small.
Despite my bad feelings I headed towards the plane waiting area, but not before picking up a tray of nachos to drown my sorrows in. I couldn’t understand why I was being treated this way. I decided to grab a magazine to read while I was waiting and picked one up at the newsstand and started to read it while I drank my supersized soda only to notice all types of ads touting products that promised to show me how to lose weight fast. Is this a pattern that I started to see developing. I have no issues with my weight. I see it around my waist every morning. But just because I know about it, doesn’t give other people the right to make judgments about it, that’s up to me.
I got to my destination and picked up my bags and went outside to find a suitable ride to my lodgings. I began to look forward to all of the great restaurants in the town that I was visiting. There was no shortage of food in this town, and I was going to get my share. My itinerary was full of brunches, buffets and late night snacks. I was going to have a good time and I wasn’t too worried about finding time in my day to do my six pack ab exercises along with all of the other exercises I avoid on a daily basis. I had heard that nobody could serve food like they do here and I was not to be stopped in my efforts to check it out. I would leave no dinner roll unturned.
The first place I went to was for breakfast, and all was going well until I tried to get out of my chair. Something had gone wrong but I was unsure what it was. Does my weight have anything to do with it? I knew that it couldn’t be about me and turned my thoughts to the establishment that I was in and realized they had some issues. I didn’t notice having these issues before, so I knew it wasn’t me. I had been online plenty of times reading how other people have all sorts of issues with their excess weight on discussion forums such as the biggest loser forum, but I wasn’t like the rest of those people. There is nothing wrong with the shape my body is in.
The rest of my trip was uneventful, except for a short trip to the emergency room for shortness of breath, but they let me go so I was fine. On the trip home I had my extra seat on the plane and found my way back my house where I had furniture that fit me. I was always able to fit in all of the furniture at my house and never had a problem with it breaking. I don’t recall anything until I heard some man asking my name and recognized him as a doctor because of the stethoscope dangling around his neck. I was told that I had a heart attack while I was at home. A neighbor had come into my home and saw my and quickly dialed 911 to save my life. I didn’t believe that anything like this could happen to someone who was as healthy as I was. I was quickly informed by the people in the room that my immense size was at the bottom of my health issues. It was like a slap in the face to hear a doctor tell me I was fat. I think I was finally coming to the revelation that it sucks to be fat.
