I have always hate sitting next to people in a row of chairs. I try to get an end seat, on the left side, because I'm left handed. I also rather enjoy my personal "bubble space" and use it with my students. It's a running joke about inanimate objects in my classroom needing their bubble space... I guess you'd have to be there to understand- they laugh, I swear.
At graduation I was not on the end of a row. I was flagged on both sides with people, and I hated it. I hated it more because I was face to face that I do not fit in those seats, and instead I overlapped, no matter how I tried to rearrange. It was humiliating, and while I was concentrating on the kids walking across the stage, I was also concentrating on where my flab was falling.
Tomorrow is weigh in day. I haven't been on the scale since last week's weigh in. It's almost summer vacation, and I plan on being a driven force while my son spends his summer in Missouri.
I told myself it's going to be like it was the 1st time I did it. That kind of focus.
I wanted that deep down desire-- I need a good reason, a scare reason, and I found it. Never under estimate the power of blunt force facts.