I think I finally hit rock bottom. I was traveling across the country, and I had to fly to get to my destination. Because of my weight, one plane ticket would not be enough, I had to pay for two. I would not be allowed to fly if I didn’t fork over the money. It was completely unfair, but I didn’t have a choice. So I gave them the money and called the airline a bunch of names under my breath. I didn’t choose to be the weight that I was.
Now that I had bought my ticket, I made my way down the concourse picking up a few snacks along the way. What gave them the right to tell me I was too big. 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. Was there some type of message being sent to me in this airport? I have no issues with my weight. It’s not like I could hide my belly fat. I control how my body looks, and I don’t think that any one else should be able to tell me what I already know.
The rest of my flight was uneventful, and once I found a cab drive who had a big enough car, I made my way to my hotel. 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.
My morning meal would have been perfect if I didn’t keep sitting in defective chairs that seemed to break everytime I sat in one. It seemed strange that all of the issues seemed to be focused around me. 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.
I didn’t have any other major issues while on my vacation except for calling the paramedics when I had some chest pains, but they said I checked out okay. I went back home on the plane with my two tickets and settled into my oversized recliner. I was always able to fit in all of the furniture at my house and never had a problem with it breaking. I’m not sure what happened next because I woke up in a hospital bed. The doctor informed me that I had suffered some type of cardiac arrest in my house. I was found by a friend who got me to the hospital in the nick of time. I started asking how this could happen to someone as young 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. The truth about how big I was started to sink in and I knew that I had to realize that I was obese and that stinks.
