I was young.
I was indestructible.
I was invincible.
Aged 40 and close to 300lbs. Eating several days' worth of salt and fat every single day. Enjoying life, or so I thought.
Make a right hand turn, stretch to pop my back, oh, that feels funny, I'm dizzy, blackness. Full blockage in two arteries. Heart attack.
I felt nothing.
My wife was able to pull the handbrake up and put the car in park and shut it off before we hit anything. A nurse a few cars back ran up and with the help of a couple more people, got my poofy rear end out of the car and onto the ground for CPR. That didn't go well. Medics arrived in about eight minutes. Four shocks and narcan to get me stable enough for transport. Lucas vest to keep me pumping/breathing on the way to the ER.
During the three days I was out, I was evidently a very bad hospital patient. Pulling out IVs. Trying to sit straight up eyes open right before surgery. Clocking the charge nurse. They put three stents in me and I was scheduled for a pacemaker. Sitting up hurt. Breathing hurt. Everything hurt.
If that had waited a few more minutes, we would've been on the interstate. 65-70mph. Traffic. Semis. Concrete walls and dividers.
You just don't know when your time is coming. Mine came and went. Have to restart the count of consecutive days lived. I'll need to live to 81 to break my personal record now. But I guess that's how it goes. I have a pacemaker in me now working hard along with meds. I'm one of those people now. I use my cell phone as an alarm clock now to wake up and take my meds. I have a little plastic container with AM and PM and days of the week on it. I have a blood pressure tester. There's a four inch gash by my left shoulder where the device went in. I can't lift heavy things. I can't put my left arm up over my head. But I am alive.
If you're chubby, start watching what you eat. Don't CHANGE it yet. Just make a list. Then look up how much fat and carbs and cholesterol and sodium was in it. Take a week's diary. Then compare that to the daily limits. I bet you're eating like I was. Where will you be when your body says time's up? Will you be driving on the highway and end up in a tree? Will you be asleep with no one to call 911 and save your life? You don't know where you'll be. But you can make changes to prevent it. There's no way to know what will trigger YOUR incident. But there's a lot of anecdotal evidence, and now you've read mine.
That said I won't be car shopping for awhile. My wife managed to come up with a little 2008 Cobalt to get us around and keep us working. Malibu is gone. Corolla is gone. Maybe we'll be able to get a second car someday but right now she isn't leaving my side so I can't leave her again.