One interesting development that I've found in recent years is the emergence of "fat chairs" in most medical waiting rooms. You've got your ordinary chairs for

One interesting development that I've found in recent years is the emergence of "fat chairs" in most medical waiting rooms. You've got your ordinary chairs for normal-sized people, and then, scattered around, are a few "fat chairs" which are nearly double-wide and presumably constructed so that they will not collapse under the extra weight. I kinda like these chairs myself, because there's space to set my bag next to me. Now I am overweight, or perhaps obese, and perhaps yes, this is a choice or series of choices that I've made. Several years ago I had to come to terms with the fact that I was significantly overweight, and the condition had crept up on me so stealthily that I hardly realized the changes. Having identified it as a problem, I resolved to fix it, and I dieted 3 times. The first time I lost 30 pounds and then gained them back. The second and third times, I lost significant weight, and in fact I went all the way down to 143 pounds (I'm 5'10"). I exuberantly donated away a bunch of "fat clothes" and purchased all sorts of new wardrobe, like skinny jeans, size "S" tee shirts, and the like. Then, guess what, I gained it all back. And ultimately, the diet I eat now is less of a choice and more of something I've been forced into. I went over it in a previous thread and I don't want to rehash that. But just suffice it to say that I really, really long for the diet I had when I weighed 143 pounds, and I wish I could eat fresh healthy food, but circumstances and my disabilities make that an impossibility. So I live at 250 pounds, for better or worse.