It Sucks To Be Fat
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 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 can’t help it if their seats are too small.
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. What were they trying to tell me? I didn’t think that I carried too much fat. It’s not like I could hide my belly fat. 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 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 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 make the time to find all of the great food places.
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. Is it because of my size that this keeps happening? I dismissed that as a possible excuse and focused my negative energy on the place that I was eating at. 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.
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. I was not surprised that I had to purchase an extra ticket again to get home, but I was happy to be in the comforts of my own home. It was good to be in the place that was made for a person like me. I’m not sure what happened next because I woke up in a hospital bed. I had passed out in my chair and the people at the hospital let me know what had happened. If I had not been found and rushed immediately to the hospital I could have died. 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. 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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