Surviving John

I think I finally hit rock bottom. 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. It didn’t seem right to me, but I was in no position to argue. Even though I didn’t like it and was determined to let some one know about it, I bought the second ticket. 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. Was there some type of message being sent to me in this airport? 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 had no other problems once I got on the plane, and after we landed I got a comfortable ride in a large taxi. I began to look forward to all of the great restaurants in the town that I was visiting. 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 make the time to find all of the great food 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. I couldn’t believe that this place could have a problem like this. Is it because of my size that this keeps happening? I didn’t think this was the reason and blamed the restaurant that I was in for my problem. 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. 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. 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’m not sure what happened next because I woke up in a hospital bed. 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 started asking how this could happen to someone as young as I was. 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. 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.