Monday, March 21, 2011

Flying, vacation & fitting in the seat

I never voiced my fear of my upcoming vacation.  I worried about if I would need a seat belt extender.  I've not flown in about 7 years, and in those years I've found myself almost 60 pounds heavier.  I contemplated asking people, even in the airport, who looked my size.  But I didn't want to stress myself out, them out, or even start the tears rolling if I needed one.

I fit.  No extension needed.
I was elated.
I couldn't even tell my husband what a relief it was.  I was too  nervous over it to even tell him my fears... silly, I know, but whatever.

The vacation though?  Disaster.  We spent over 9 hours trapped in the Las Vegas airport.  Just to finally catch a flight to Salt Lake and have my husband drive down to get us.  It was that, or be stranded in Vegas till Wednesday, hoping to get to Orlando, and then come home on Saturday.

My 12 yr old said the day was a "0" on a scale of 1-10.  A zero.  We had such plans... Disney, Animal Kingdom, the Space Center, some fort in Jacksonville, the beach, alligator spotting, etc, etc, etc.  Now, it's not going to happen.  I'm fighting the urge to eat, which is how I deal with this kind of stress.  A little bit amusing because of what I said at the very top. 

However, I've not done it, and will figure out some way to salvage spring break and maybe even get myself back on track.  Starting with getting a scale again.  I need that visual.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Words will never hurt me? LIES!

"Hey Melzie, I have some pants I can send you.  They absolutely swim on me, so I bet they would fit you."


"Hey Melzie, You're a big, fat, lard @ss.  I'm eating 600 calories a day and have lost a gajillion pounds.  Here is some charity for your big butt and gut."

(Do not be confused, I love charity & sharing & passing on clothes.  However, I'll be dead if I pull these pants over my feet and up to my butt.)

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Bathing suit confessions (aka: horror stories)

Oh the HORROR.  This is what I looked like going to water aerobics.  I look like I am ready to deliver a baby.  Which would be good- except I AM NOT.  I wish I were, but I'm not.

And that extra skin below my chin.  Yeah, that need to go.

And the bat wings-- which I've never notice, but how could I miss?

Never fear, water aerobics was a good thing.  Enjoyed it, my arms ached, and my legs felt it.  I will go out in public again wearing this suit.  I was worried, as always, that I would be the biggest person.  And I was one of them.. but I was there.  Exercising. 

That's what counts!