I Hate The Way I Look

I know the truth. I needed to take a plane to get to where I was going. 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. I didn’t like the rule, but since I had to get there, I listened to what was said. I paid for the seat, and I vowed never to fly this stupid airline again with their discriminatory practices. It isn’t my fault that I’m fat.

I started walking towards the gate and was able to grab a chili dog from one of the vendors that was in the airport. 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. What were they trying to tell me? I have no issues with my weight. I see it around my waist every morning. I control how my body looks, and I don’t think that any one else should be able to tell me what I already know.

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 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 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. I couldn’t believe that this place could have a problem like this. 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 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. There is nothing wrong with the shape my body is in.

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. It was good to be in the place that was made for a person like me. 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. I had passed out in my chair and the people at the hospital let me know what had happened. I was found by a friend who got me to the hospital in the nick of time. 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. I think I was finally coming to the revelation that it sucks to be fat.