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.
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