But what really scares me is the chance that I might land on somebody. When a fat guy falls, it’s hard to get up. I’m praying this one doesn’t lurch around a corner or slam to a stop, because I’m terrified of falling. I live in Charlotte, North Carolina, and don’t visit New York much, so I don’t have a feel for how subway cars move. I’m on the subway in New York City, standing in the aisle, clinging to the pole. My shirts are size XXXXXXL, which the big-and-tall stores shorten to 6X. The government definition of obesity is a body mass index of 30 or more.
I’m the biggest human being most people who know me have ever met, or ever will.
The average American male weighs about 195 pounds I’m two of those guys, with a 10-year-old left over. Nobody knows that number-not my wife, not my doctor, not my closest friends. Those are the hardest words I’ve ever had to write.
