[--Excessive Fat--]

Today I saw something while walking around QFC that scared me...

... a man, who was sitting in one of those electric wheel chair things... was having his leg being swallowed alive by his very own stomach!

It's true. And that, it such a sad, sad fate...

As i walked by, all i could do was replay that horrendous image in my head, of this 500 lbs man sitting in this chair... (i felt sorry for the electric wheel chair, which MUST have been suffering), as he counted his money before he lost it in the many folds surrounding his ASS. Maybe he just was just counting the money to remember the good old days just before he lost it.

The way his stomach... well what i take to be his stomach... was creeping upon his legs... drooped over, like the old horror movie creature, the blob... slowly digesting the remnants of what hopefully were once working legs... saddened me dearly...

The only thing sadder was how his legs seemed to be trying to fight back with their own bulbousness as well... perhaps thinking that if they were blobs... then they would have a chance... unfortunately, gravity didn't seem to be playing along with that theory, and so in the end, a vicious cycle was started... where the man's legs began trying to devour the man's feet...

how the feet tried to defend themselves... is anybody's guess...

I was left wondering... as i walked out of the grocery store... a literal suicide machine for this wheelchair bound FATman... providing the tools for his very demise...

... was this man ever notFAT...?

... was there a time when he was actually able to do something that we all do without thought -- jump...

... if so... does he remember that time... does he long for that time... when gravity wasn't such an enemy to him...

... maybe it harkens back to childhood years... when the idea of playing kick ball with his little friends didn't immediately bring him into a state of cardiac arrest...

does this man miss those times? does his legs miss those times... (probably not as they are still locked in battle with his ever encroaching stomach-mass)

does he lay awake in his super-titanium enforced bed, tossing and turning with the aid of a machine... thinking about the time when he was last about to sit up in bed without the use of pulleys and levers?

and i wondered, as i walked out of that grocery store and headed back to work, after having enjoyed a sensible lunch...

... when in that man's life did he decide to choose between eating 20 bags of potato chips smoothered in liquified twinky residue over the ability to walk out to his car without the use of an oxygen-nitrogen tank?

... and will any of us ever make the same choice he made...