Oh, I should have added more details to my falling story xD I was riding my bike through the countryside as a kid, and fell off a steep slope into a ditch. Both my knees were very badly injured, bleeding from the punctures by all the sticks in that ditch. My glasses were all scratched and twisted up. I think I would have lost my left eye if I hadn't been wearing them. I couldn't walk without sharp pain stabbing up both legs. No one would have found me, it was really just myself and wolves out there, but I slowly got up and limped my way back home 30 minutes away. This was before every kid had a cellphone. At the hospital, the scans showed that small splinters of my kneecaps had broken off? Then later when my knees still hurt with every step, everything that touched them including pants, I learn that I probably had nerve damage as well. Both knees! FML right? It's been almost 15 years and they're a lot better now, but I still can't put direct pressure on them. But after I fell, I actually laid there and cried for a few minutes, but I knew no one else would be able to get me home except myself, because the wolves come out every night, so I had to get up and walk home and save myself. That's how I feel about obesity.