It Sucks To Be Fat

By habits in Overspending on April 7th, 2010

I know the truth. I was traveling across the country, and I had to fly to get to my destination. I was informed by the airline that because of my size I would have to purchase two seats. 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. Even though I didn’t like it and was determined to let some one know about it, I bought the second ticket. It isn’t my fault that I’m fat.

Now that I had bought my ticket, I made my way down the concourse picking up a few snacks along the way. 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. Was there some type of message being sent to me in this airport? I didn’t think that I carried too much fat. I have a mirror that I look in every day. 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. During the ride, I noticed all the great places to eat that were advertised on billboards and began to think about which ones I would go to. I had done my research at home and knew where the best places to eat were. My days of sightseeing were included with all of my meal plans. 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 was going to discover for myself if it was true that this place had food that could not be found anywhere else. I would make the time to find all of the great food places.

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. Something had gone wrong but I was unsure what it was. Could it be because I’m too fat? 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. It was never my fault before, so it can’t be my fault now. 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. I didn’t have a weight problem.

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. 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 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. The doctor informed me that I had suffered some type of cardiac arrest in my house. If I had not been found and rushed immediately to the hospital I could have died. I told the doctor I was only forty five years old and too young to have a heart attack. My doctor was blunt and he informed me that because I was so fat I was at risk for many things. 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.

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