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I know the truth. I needed to take a plane to get to where I was going. The people at the ticket counter told me that if I wanted to board the plane, I needed to buy a second ticket due to my girth. I was informed that this was the only way I could board the plane. It was completely unfair, but I didn’t have a choice. I paid for the seat, and I vowed never to fly this stupid airline again with their discriminatory practices. I can’t help it if their seats are too small.
Despite my bad feelings I headed towards the plane waiting area, but not before picking up a tray of nachos to drown my sorrows in. 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 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 had no other problems once I got on the plane, and after we landed I got a comfortable ride in a large taxi. 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 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. I was going to discover for myself if it was true that this place had food that could not be found anywhere else. 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. 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.
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 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. 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. 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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