Why I Hate Weighing 320 Pounds

This is just for me, to remind myself later why I started this weight loss journey. Here are the things that I hate about being so goddamn fat:

• I hate being the "fat lady." Remember the day you went into the Family Kitchen Restaurant and the lady told her son, "I told you to sit down. Don't look at the fat lady." That day was devastating - do not lose sight of it.
• I am tired of being invisible. At the rally at the courthouse on July 9, 2011 there was a man passing out signs for people to hold. Watching him, you realized that he thought he had given one to everyone. He scanned the crowd several times. It wasn't until you caught his eye by looking straight at him, stepping in front of him and slightly raising your hand that he realized you were even there.
  
• Any type of physical activity is difficult. Remember how painful it was - physically painful - to stand for 90 minutes listening to the speeches at the rally. You finally had to waddle back to the car to try to listen to the speeches from across the street. Right now, at 320 lbs, walking 1/2 mile at a leisurely pace is your fucking aerobic exercise, bitch! Meanwhile, senior citizens with goddamn walkers pass you in the mall..... how pathetic is that?!
  
• It's embarrassing to always be the fattest person wherever you go. Pictures don't lie. If you can't remember what it's like, go look at the pictures from the wedding or the pictures from the rally. Right now, at 320 lbs, you have to plot out how to walk through a restaurant or similar setting, planning out where to go so your fat ass will fit without bothering too many people.
  
• Getting dressed in the morning is exhausting. Remember how you'd struggle to get your bra on. The shorts you bought when you weighed 50 lbs less now fit tighter than underwear! You've worn holes in clothes from your fat thighs rubbing together when you walk. You don't really want to go back to that, do you?
• Health reasons. Blood pressure - that damn medicine costs $50 a month! Your knee - no doubt the excess weight makes it worse.
• The grandsons. - Being this fat, you can't play with the boys like you want to. Remember when they'd ask you to play cars on the floor and you couldn't because you knew you'd never get up. They want to run and play and have you play with them. The best you can do is sit in a chair and watch.

That's good for now. I'll post more as I think of things.