Fast Food Nation

I frequent Pei Wei before classes in the evening near work. My lunch at work is at 9:51AM so by 2:30pm I am quite hungry and usually have a course or workshop in the evenings; therefore, I stop at Pei Wei. In the springtime my stomach was acting up, and I was quite ill. I lost twenty pounds before my GI put me on Prednisone and I ballooned upward. These two situations coupled put me in an uncomfortable position that sometimes bother me, and other times it bothers me that it doesn't bother me. So today I walked into Pei Wei, the fast food version of PF Chang's Chinese Resataurant. There was an overweight man sitting in my favorite seat. His green t-shirt hung from his obesity and his jeans gravitated downward in the rear. A sweat ring ran about his collar and he sat eating my favorite dish. Moreover, he sat with something to read, as I looked down at my current readings and had the same number of excessive fortune cookies I usually took. I can't become him. I can't. This is unhappy. I'd like to get things under control, but it was so hard with this medications, although I am healthier than I have ever been (literally). What's more important?