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Let's face it--I am fat. I am gobby fat. I am 5 feet eleven and I weigh 218 pounds. I like sweet foods such as pie, pudding ,cake and muffins. I like greasy, oily foods such as pizza, fried fish and potatoes and good rich butter on fresh baked bread. So those are some of the reasons I am fat. I didn't just get that way. I have been fat all my life since I was about 12 years old. In my thirties I got down to 180 pounds but it didn't last but a year or two before I was right back over 200.
This morning while sitting in the Cardiologist's waiting room (I was just there for a routine test) I looked at the ten other people in the waiting room and leapt pell-mell to the conclusion that I was the skinniest person there. Besides myself there were ten other people. There were six females and four males and the age range I would guess was from about fifteen to about eighty-five but was heavily skewed toward the older people. One woman was so wide in the beam that she could not sit in a chair with arms (she tried) but sat on the bench near the fireplace. Another man was so corpulent his wife had to assist him in and out of his chair (I guess that it was his wife-she came in with him). I suppose that if one wished to find a group of fat people one could look in a Cardiologist's waiting room
Living alone and isolated in the boondocks I don't see large numbers of people but I was amazed that everyone in that waiting room was considerably fatter than I was. I suppose that should have made me feel smug or superior or self satisfied---well it didn't. Instead it made me ask myself "What in my generation happened that caused so many people to get fat?" TV? Prosperity? Fast foods? Family breakdown? Cultural diet? Junk food? All of the above? Whatever it was I have dedicated myself to lose twenty pounds between now and Thanksgiving. That is more because I want to prove that I can than for any other reason.
love
dad, granpa, ami
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