A couple of days ago I got back from a trip. I can’t tell you how much I dreaded the airplane trip. My imagination went wild! I pictured a seatmate raising cain because I lapsed over onto their seat and a flight attendant telling me that I had to buy an extra seat. I had a nightmare about being kicked off the plane because I was just too big to fly.
When I boarded the plane I was relieved to see that I was the first person on my row to arrive. I could try on the seat belt without the person next to me watching! It closed and I even had to tighten it. Whew,…. what a relief! My seatmate was a large man, not obese but tall and big. He got settled and I was holding my breath, afraid that I was in his way. After we took off, I realized that he had lowered the armrest. No problem, I didn’t even feel it! I relaxed and then realized that he was spilling over onto my seat. I didn’t care because I was just thrilled that it was not me.
The return trip went well too. Flying will be more comfortable when I get smaller but I am grateful that it went so well this time.
The plane trip and the way that I managed the entire vacation helped me regain the joy that I first felt losing weight. I was able to walk and keep up with everyone else on the trip. I have been so bummed out about the weight I regained that I have not been able to see that I am still so much better off than I was at my top weight. I remembered how happy I was the first time I was at this weight. I felt it again! I think that it will help me keep going and keep feeling the joy.