Here’s the thing, if you’re morbidly obese, you’re a walking advertisement for poor health.

I’d love to read a thinkpiece by someone who’s over the age of 60 and morbidly obese. I’m 43 and currently morbidly obese. It’s no fun. High BP, can’t climb 6 flights of stairs without breaking into a floppy sweat, always trying to make myself as small as possible to accommodate the person who takes a seat next to me on the train, wondering if I will finally have to request a seatbelt extender when I board a plane. The aches and fatigue are beginning to manifest themselves. It’d be nice to hear the perspective of someone whose really fat and old on how healthy and mobile they are. Then again, like you said, not many of those running around.

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