That Whale in Economy
I am that whale. I’m overweight. I gross myself out when I look at my body in a mirror. I hate stepping on a scale.
I’m the guy who has to have a special office chair because regular chairs will break under my load.
The last time I flew, I was stuffed into economy, near the back of the plane. I didn’t complain. I just took my seat.
Getting into the seat was a struggle. My hips barely fit. The belt was a tight fit, but it did fit.
I felt sorry for the young lady who was forced to sit next to me. I believe there was a pleasant conversation, but I am large enough that even that “normal” sized person was forced to actually touch the stranger beside her.
Regardless, I was disgusted.
I gained wait after that flight during the panic. With exercise and a change in diet, I did start to come down in weight.
But I seem to have gained most of it back. According to my lady, I look and feel healthier, in that my size has reduced. But it doesn’t help the mental angst that I have from being fat.
When I read Miguel’s post about the woman demanding airlines be “more inclusive of plus size travel”, it hurt.
So I walked away. I know that he was not addressing me. Nevertheless, as more than one person has said, friendly fire isn’t.
So how do I differentiate myself from that person?
Simple, that article is about an entitled near human that wants special snowflake treatment. She isn’t interested in getting health. She isn’t interested in losing weight.
It hurts to walk. I left my right ACL at Bear Mountain, NY more than 30 years ago. It hurts if I have to walk any distance. I tried the treadmill for about a year, I had to stop because the doctor gave me a choice, keep walking/running on the treadmill, or we can schedule your knee replacement.
So I got an exercise bike.
I get on that bike 5 days a week. Sick or not, tired or not. My goal is 45 minutes per ride. I was up to 30 minutes when the old bike broke. I’m back up to 20–25 minutes and working towards getting healthier.
I’m out in the shop doing things. 4+ hours in the shop standing is a type of exercise. When I come in the door, my ass is dragging. There are three steps from the garage to the family room. I use my arms for extra stability because my legs wobble.
There are another two steps into the kitchen. It is a struggle to get up those steps.
Today, I was so tired when I came in for dinner that I forgot to take off my apron. I went back to the garage to put it away. I didn’t ask the kid to do it. And yes, those steps were just as painful and just as hard the second time.
So when I read about entitled fat people, I need to remember that my goal is to get health. I will continue to work on it.