Robert Kelly

So I've now started dieting again. The reasons for this is myriad, but the two major one I can really think of, first of all, is practicality: A couple of years ago I went to Alton Towers, and found out to my horror that I couldn't go on any of the rides because I was too fat for the restraints. After then, I became extremely conscious about how my body size seems to cause me trouble: my first attempt at dieting was joining Weight Watchers a couple of years ago, and was mostly spurred on due to my imminent vacation in Tokyo, because the travel agent was concerned that the seatbelts in the Economy section wouldn't be able to fit me, and thus I wouldn't be able to get on the plane. Add on all of the other times that my large stomach causes me grief, and I decided that was time for a change.

The second, of course, is health: I weighed myself using the digital scales in Boots, and it told me that I weighed almost 30 stone, with a BMI of 54. Even with the inaccuracies that BMI provides, that's still a huge number, and one that I don't feel comfortable with. And with all I hear about how much complications arise as you grow older while still overweight, I feel that I have to start losing weight now, before I find myself suffering from diabetes, or heart disease.

Despite all this, I'm not really dieting to be more attractive: Even as the balloon I currently am, I still think I look rather handsome (or maybe that's just what my grandmother's been telling me)... I don't feel fatphobic, or any actual hatred of my body besides the amount of trouble my body fat causes me. I don't have any aspirations towards the ideal male physique that is constantly seen in magazines. I just really want beds and chairs to stop breaking beneath my weight, and to actually be able to ride Nemesis, or Rita: Queen of Speed.

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