The Not-So-Private Hell of Being Really Really Fat

July 5, 2009 · 8 comments

This is a guest post by Fat Daddy.

I am the Fat Daddy. I coined this phrase in a post I wrote for my blog on June 19, entitled Fat People, A Carnival Side Show, which dealt with the show the Biggest Loser and other public weight loss ventures.

When I wrote it I was thinking about how many people have vices – alcoholism, drug addiction, gambling addictions just to name a few. For the most part though, until they go completely off the rails, they battle their demons in relative obscurity from the public.

Not us. Not really fat people. If you are really overweight, you stick out like the old "whore in church" analogy. I am the fattest person I know. I bet a lot of the folks who read this blog are or have been the fattest person they know too.

And each day we live a life of challenges that is on display for others to view. I have decided to do a weekly series in my blog called the "Not-So-Private" Hell of Being Really Really Fat! Each week I will pick one of the challenges that I live in front of people as a consequence of my over-indulgence.

I wrote the first one on June 12 before I thought of the series title. It is called Airplanes…Damn I hate riding on airplanes! As you can imagine it deals with flying while fat. My discomfort at …well, my discomfort. My shame at inflicting my fat self on my fellow passengers. My effort to avoid embarrassment by stealing a seatbelt extender.

I have a couple more concepts in the can ready to post, but I would love to hear ideas from others. In this endeavor I have actually finally found some benefit to sharing my not-so-private hell. Because of my latest diet, on my last flight I only had to use my seat belt extender on one of the four legs of the journey. I look forward to the day when I can turn the contraband back in to the airlines.

In the meantime, I will post not-so-private hell, part 2 – swimming pools very soon. If you get the chance come see the Fat Daddy.

I am the Fat Daddy, a self professed expert on weight loss, raising teenagers and many other trivial matters. I started Fat Daddy Rants to find motivation and inspiration from others who struggle with their weight. I hope to be of similar help to anyone who reads a Fat Daddy Rant.

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Mike July 5, 2009 at 5:47 pm: Hell for fat people.

Lawn Chairs,
Poorly designed chairs,
Living in Asia,
Well meaning, curious people,
Booths in eateries,
Eating on the floor, Japanese style,
Well meaning, dense people,
Putting on shoes,
Small washrooms,……

I have lots of ideas for you to write about.

Good Luck to you
Hilly July 8, 2009 at 10:54 am: Hey there!

I just found your blog through Fat Fighters and am so glad that I did! I recently went on my first trip in years where I did not have to use the seat belt extender and I almost cried. Seriously.

I have to agree with Mike about the poorly designed booths and also? Theme park rides (other than Disney, who seems to have it right).

Anyway, I write a regular blog at the link above and have, after 3 years, brought back my weight loss blog at http://www.snackiepoo.com/pudge.

I look forward to reading more!

Thanks for stopping by Hilly - I’ve added your blog to my list of reads.
Fat Daddy July 8, 2009 at 3:58 pm: Thanks for your comments guys! All great suggestions.
Don July 10, 2009 at 7:02 am: Not just swimming pools dude, beaches as well. I always feel out of place on the beach.
Israel July 10, 2009 at 9:10 am: Damn skippy! It sure is hell feeling the way we do. In public I feel like everyone is out to get me, so insecure it’s not even funny. I’d like to see you continue this series in some way…
yobigmike July 11, 2009 at 2:54 am: A few weeks ago, I went to Six Flags with my son and got on their cyclone rollercoaster. I could only fit one cheek in the chair, but crossed my legs, so the bar would go down and lock. Suprisingly the attendant pushed on the bar and started the ride. The bar had about 7 inch slack between it and my lap, so when the coaster would descend, it would lift me out of my seat. I closed my eyes and prayed so hard, all the while I was being shifted around like a ragdoll. I was so sore after the ride and embarassed that I didn’t have the courage to get off before it started. So, I’m done with rollercoasters until I can get both cheeks in the chair and the bar touches my lap!!

Sounds a little like my embarrassing fat moment.
Dave July 21, 2009 at 8:43 am: I think that theme parks should keep the coaster seats small. It’s a little reminder everytime I go that I need to keep losing weight (and not go buy a funnel cake) so that I will fit in each ride. But booths at restaurants are quite annoying!!
Kevin September 24, 2009 at 1:34 am: seat belt laws - while there are the extenders, not everyone can afford them and there are also times when there is one accessible to you.

the booths that you have to exhale right before you sit down and pray that you can fit and not pass out from the inability to breath…or the skimpy chairs that you pray to god does not give way during dinner…or the lack of space provided so that the restaurant can cram in as many tables as possible

splitting out pants because they don’t fit right

people that don’t understand and blame you and your family for allowing you to get that way…because they should have just grabbed that last twinkie out of your hand and then weight wouldn’t be an issue, or that you just “don’t have any will power”

and the “people counters” at events that you either squeeze through sideways or the have to allow you to go around

narrow bathroom stalls

I could go on all day