I Know It-I’m Obese
I know the truth. I had to take an airplane trip on my latest vactation. I was informed by the airline that because of my size I would have to purchase two seats. I was informed that this was the only way I could board the plane. I didn’t like the rule, but since I had to get there, I listened to what was said. Even though I didn’t like it and was determined to let some one know about it, I bought the second ticket. 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. Who were they to decide if I was too fat or not? 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. What were they trying to tell me? I have no issues with my weight. I see it around my waist every morning. Nobody needs to tell me that I should lose weight, it’s my body and I’ll treat it how I want to.
I got to my destination and picked up my bags and went outside to find a suitable ride to my lodgings. I spread out in the cab and my thoughts turned to the wonderful food I would soon be sampling. I had planned my trip around all of the great meals I would have. My plan looked like an all you can eat restaurant that had every kind of food imagineable. 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. This town I was in was famous for its food and I was determined to find out if it was true. I wasn’t going to miss any of the best 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. Does my weight have anything to do with it? I didn’t think this was the reason and blamed the restaurant that I was in for my problem. I was good at denying the real problem, and wasn’t about to change 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 know that I am not obese.
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. Sitting in my overstuffed armchair allowed me to enjoy the place that I called home. 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 didn’t believe that anything like this could happen to someone who was as healthy as I was. He looked at me and said it was probably due in part to my being obese. I didn’t like hearing those words from anyone that didn’t really know me. Somewhere in all of those words, I started to believe they might be right, but all I could think of was that it stinks to be overweight.
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