I know the truth. I needed to take a plane to get to where I was going. Because of my weight, one plane ticket would not be enough, I had to pay for two. I would not be allowed to fly if I didn’t fork over the money. It was completely unfair, but I didn’t have a choice. Even though I didn’t like it and was determined to let some one know about it, I bought the second ticket. It isn’t my fault that I’m fat.

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 didn’t think that I carried too much fat. It’s not like I could hide my belly fat. 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 got to my destination and picked up my bags and went outside to find a suitable ride to my lodgings. During the ride, I noticed all the great places to eat that were advertised on billboards and began to think about which ones I would go to. 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. 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.

The first place I went to was for breakfast, and all was going well until I tried to get out of my chair. It seemed strange that all of the issues seemed to be focused around me. Could it be because I’m too fat? 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.

I didn’t have any other major issues while on my vacation except for calling the paramedics when I had some chest pains, but they said I checked out okay. 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. 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. If I had not been found and rushed immediately to the hospital I could have died. 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. I couldn’t believe he said that to 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.