*Knees and ankles and back in constant pain when I try to walk
*High blood pressure and taking the awful meds for it
*Feeling like the bones in my feet are going to break when I first step on them in the morning
*Trying to squeeze past people and either my belly or butt rubs on them
* Asking for a seat belt extender on the plane
*Not being able to sit in a restaurant booth.
*Having sleep apnea and wearing a cpap
* HATEING to go shopping for clothing.
*Not going to an amusement park because I know I cannot fit on the rides.
* Not allowing myself to be photographed
the list goes on and on.. but the worst thing was when we went camping last Memorial day weekend. We went with friends who brought horses, it was a horse camp. They talked me into going for a ride, I rode all the time as a teen, but hadn't ridden for years. It literally took 3 people to get me up on that poor horse. I was so embarrassed, I felt like a big bowling ball balanced up there. Then someone took my picture. The whole scenerio of people who love me making a special effort to allow me to participate was more that I could bear. Why couldn't I be healthy enough to get on a horse by myself? Why do my loved ones have to make a special effort for me, just because I am FAT. Now I know this doesn't sound as emotional or as traumatic as some other stories, but this type of thing has been going on for years.. It was the last straw, I am going to be 60 next month and I don't plan on spending the rest of my life as a cripple.