You walk up the stairs, a tray (or should I say a big platter) of greasy, and delicious foods in your hands. You enter your son’s room, and see him sitting on a hospital bed that you had to buy for him so you could keep track of his heart rate. He currently has a controller in his stubby sausage fingers and is looking at the tv playing some of his favorite games. You place the food on a little table beside the bed and take a look at him. Your son was extremely obese weighing at a whopping 880lbs and could barely move. You could hear his heavy breathing.

“Thanks. huff m-mommy he says without looking up from his game”