Fat in Japan

The longer I'm in Japan the fatter I feel.... and not just fat, I feel overwhelmingly large. Nothing fits. I feel like Gulliver in Brobingag (if that's the place he went where he was huge, if not, I feel like something else!). My hotel room is the size of a cardboard box. My feet hang over the edge of my bed. The slippers they left out for me appear to be size 7 (One size fits all? Nope!). The guard rail at the train station is just above my knees. After I duck to get into the train, I take up twice as much room as anyone else on the bench. You can just feel people thinking, "great, I've got to sit next to the fat foreign guy!". The good news is that I think they're catching up to me. I see more and more fat Japanese all the time. I can't go for a walk without passing a McDonald's or KFC. Maybe next time I come back, I'll feel more at home. Dan