it's official. i am now a member of the fat ass club. i am 25-pounds overweight!
well, the news did not come as a surprise. i have been eating my way to oblivion since october 2006 when i decided to go on a self exile. again. for the nth time.
my membership card to blubber world was handed to me when i joined SHREK on his visit to the doc. he has hypertension and is diagnosed as class II obese. he is 190 pounds of rolling and bumbling fat! poor kid. he is not only fat, he is class II obese! i didn't even know that there is a difference between overweight, obesity and obesity II until then.
anyways, after SHREK's turn in the fat register machine i asked the nurse on duty if she could assist me as well in measuring my weight. she then hurled me to the weighing scale like a big slab of pork chop, asked me to strip down and proceeded to tinker with the damned scale. after a few seconds she looked at me with a devilish grin and uttered: you are 25-pounds overweight. she obviously relished delivering the bad news. i was shocked at first but i came to realize that it is the truth. i felt like someone had just shove a whole quarter pounder to my mouth. i could not breathe. i guess i did not like hearing what was obvious to a lot of people. i am old and fat. no, i am just an old fart. darn it. it is time to hit the fat farm.
well, the news did not come as a surprise. i have been eating my way to oblivion since october 2006 when i decided to go on a self exile. again. for the nth time.
my membership card to blubber world was handed to me when i joined SHREK on his visit to the doc. he has hypertension and is diagnosed as class II obese. he is 190 pounds of rolling and bumbling fat! poor kid. he is not only fat, he is class II obese! i didn't even know that there is a difference between overweight, obesity and obesity II until then.
anyways, after SHREK's turn in the fat register machine i asked the nurse on duty if she could assist me as well in measuring my weight. she then hurled me to the weighing scale like a big slab of pork chop, asked me to strip down and proceeded to tinker with the damned scale. after a few seconds she looked at me with a devilish grin and uttered: you are 25-pounds overweight. she obviously relished delivering the bad news. i was shocked at first but i came to realize that it is the truth. i felt like someone had just shove a whole quarter pounder to my mouth. i could not breathe. i guess i did not like hearing what was obvious to a lot of people. i am old and fat. no, i am just an old fart. darn it. it is time to hit the fat farm.
welcome to the plus size world, baby!
