Hello, dear reader. I'm glad you've dropped by. So, let me tell you a little about me. I'm almost 45 years old. I live at home with my parents. I work for a store, and I'm fat. Yes, I know that we are now in a society where we are supposed to love our bodies, and I know that the term fat is often derogatory and not at all politically correct. The medical term for my weight is morbidly obese. No thank you. I'll just stick with fat. As far as loving my body goes, how am I really supposed to love something that causes me so much pain. Every step I take is excruciating. My knees hurt. My feet hurt. My hips hurt. Everything I do hurts. If you think about it, I am carrying around an extra person with me in everything I do....everywhere I go. People look at me because I don't necessarily walk as fast as everyone else. Well, let me tell you this, why don't you try grabbing the person nearest you and carrying them around with you and see if you ca