I was compared to a sumo wrestler the first time I went to Japan when I was 20 years old. It was the first time I’d been anywhere outside the US, and I quickly realized I was bigger than the majority of people in the entire country.
Since that first trip, I’ve been to 34 countries in the past 13 years and have lost count of the number of times I’ve flown across the ocean. I consider myself a seasoned traveler, but I’ve gotten my fair share of questions about whether I’ll be physically fit enough to make it up that volcano in Guatemala or be able to ride on that horse in Belize. Last year, I started a new venture — a travel blog that helps chubby people travel around the world. This was inspired by a conversation with my wife on an airplane.