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Those who are blessed with a high metabolism and a love for food often don't have to worry about the ramifications of gaining weight when indulging themselves. Unfortunately, Rachel Raymond didn't have such luck. She was a large woman in her late 30s who loved to eat. Because she refused to exercise or increase her physical activity throughout any given day, her love for food quickly packed on the weight. By the time her 37th birthday came about, Rachel weighed more than 400 pounds while standing at five-feet and seven inches tall. The problems of weight gained contributed greatly to her knee and leg issues, which were enough to help her receive disability checks. This also caused her to waddle as she walked.

It was late on a Sunday night and Rachel was starting to feel sorry for herself. She had no friends to speak of, mostly because her attitude was poor and she made everyone around her feel terrible. Aside from her little chihuahua, Max, everyone tried to stay out of her way. That night, Rachel decided she would take herself out to a nice dinner and enjoy her own company. After all, that was the best kind of evening for her. Rachel had a very low tolerance for people in general and often found comfort by doing things with herself around town. She wasn't ashamed to be alone, and why should she? Rachel enjoyed her own company. That night, she would treat herself to an Italian restaurant. She usually preferred spaghetti to most forms of meals, and the new Italian place, Tony's, was just a mile from her house.

She was seated in the middle of the busy restaurant by the hostess. It was a clean place and the smell of the various types of food made her mouth water. Rachel quickly flipped through the menu until she came across the page displaying the house spaghetti. Although she knew that pictures often don't depict the reality of a dish, the visage of the pasta still made her stomach growl. The sound was like that of an angry bear trying to run down its prey. It was so loud that the people sitting next to her turned their heads.

"What?" Rachel responded rudely to their visual inquiries. "Eat yer damn meal." The onlookers turned their heads away as they could tell Rachel was already getting upset.

After what seemed like an eternity for her, Rachel's waiter finally arrived at her table. He was a teenager, probably a junior in high school. His face was plagued with zits, which made her feel uncomfortable about her dining in the restaurant. To her, the waiter looked like he was a few puffs into his third bowl of weed for the night.

"Sorry, ma'am. It's been a busy night." he said with a smile. He was trying to be apologetic while lightening the mood, but Rachel would have none of it.

"It's about time you showed up. Is it common practice to make your visitors sit for so long?"

"It's only been a few minutes, ma'am."

"So, you're gonna argue with me now?"

"No, ma'am. Your right. I am so sorry." the teen replied trying to keep a hold of the situation. "What can I get you?"

"First you can stop calling me ma'am. Second, I just want the house spaghetti with a side of garlic bread."

"Would you like something to drink?"

"No, I want to sit here and dehydrate. But since you asked, I'll just have a water." she said handing the waiter the menu. He took the menu from her and started to walk away. He was thinking how garlic bread would be dangerous for a life-sucking vampire like her.

A few moments had gone by when the waiter returned with Rachel's water. He sat it on the table as ice clanged against the side of the glass.

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