My pal Lee Wochner has a sad story about Dom DeLuise. And it prompts me to expand on what I wrote earlier about why I decided I had to do something about my own weight.
Obviously, there are about a dozen fine reasons to not be 100+ pounds too big…and it doesn't really matter which is the most important. One that doesn't get a lot of attention is that you just don't fit into the world you're in. I was probably less concerned about shortening my life than I was with just causing problems while I was around — chairs I didn't fit onto, aisles I couldn't pass through, bumping into people, etc. Dropping tonnage has had all sorts of benefits to my health and sleeping and feet and such…but I'm also conscious that I can get into a seat on an airplane without needing a belt extender and crushing the person next to me.