I can’t hide from the facts any longer. 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. Without the second ticket, the plane would leave without me. 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 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. Is this a pattern that I started to see developing. I have no issues with my weight. I have a mirror that I look in every day. 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. 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 was going to discover for myself if it was true that this place had food that could not be found anywhere else. 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. I couldn’t believe that this place could have a problem like this. 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. 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. I know that I am not obese.

Nothing else exciting happened for the remainder of my visit, unless I count the ambulance ride after I collapsed in the shower one evening, but the doctor sent me on my way. 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. The next thing I remember was waking up in a cold white room with monitors everywhere and IV’s attached to my body. The doctor informed me that I had suffered some type of cardiac arrest in my house. 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. 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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