There has been a new condition that has developed with my weight loss. I have my buttocks-fits-in-a-that-itus and OH-my-goodness-is-that-Shonnie-anoma. It is an unusual feeling — such a new and wonderful experience — these two new disorders. I had no idea that I could feel like this. Now, I can sit in a regular chair with room. My rear doesn’t hang over the seats in my car. I bet I can fit in a plane seat without my rumpus touching the sides or oozing into my hubby’s seat. Then, while I was away with family, the second disorder kicked into high gear every time I turned around …. was OMG …Shonnie? I almost didn’t recognize you. My cousin’s youngest daughter didn’t remember me at all. 🙂
As anyone who is overweight knows, wondering will the plane belt clip across my body is a terrorizing experience. Oh and even worse is if you have to sit on a plan next to someone other than your mate …. YUCK cuz you touch them!!!! I don’t like touching people. You don’t even want to be near me if I have sat on a plane next to a stranger I don’t know …. TOUCHING THEM. I will NOT be in a good mood, just ask my buddy Kelly how I was acting after a flight to see her one time … UHG and triple UHG! I like people, but I don’t want to touch them if I don’t KNOW them. I’m just sayin’. It puts me in a foul mood for sure! I am getting excited to see how well I fit in the seats when we fly to see my son in Alaska later this summer. Hehehe … Smilin’. 🙂
I went put on my Banana Republic shorts and shirt I bought about 3 weeks ago today, and said to my hubby, “I need to try these on because I don’t want to miss wearing them .” It is a good thing that I did — they are already fitting comfortably in the waist. When I bought them, they were tight. YIKES and YEA!!!!! My scales this morning said 199.4 … that would be SO GREAT to be below 200 pounds at weigh in on TUESDAY!
I realized the other day, that I was at the BMI that would allow me to ride the donkey or horses if I were at the Grand Canyon. When we went a few years ago, I was too large. We had to ride ATV’s. They were fun, but it was horrible knowing we couldn’t do what we planned because I weighed too much. It was horrifying that I had to have the plane we took over the GC weighted and balanced for my weight. I may just have to go back again, this time I would be VERY proud to step up on those BLASTED scales, instead of being humiliated.
I realize I have 50+ pounds to go, but I think it helps to celebrate these unique-for-me moments as I recognize them. On those mornings when I am gagging on my shake and I think I cannot eat another chalky bar … I remember where I have come from … and I shake my way on to the goal with a smile.
Well, on with the picture parade:
You all be blessed … ya hear …S