I never considered myself “fit”. In fact because of my weight I find it hard to “fit into” many places. My car for instance, the shower stall, the phone booth (yes I still use a phone booth), and of course the church pew during Sunday worship and every Saturday during the preworship pot luck. I can go on and on and on… and will: My in-laws newly remodeled washroom, the dental chair, and mentioning that the weighted dental vest they make you wear during X-rays (they bring out a special one for me, its more like a lead blanket), the changing room at Men’s Warehouse, helicopter cockpits, and of course those little side cars on motorcycles…. Oh and my pants.
