As a person who was once vastly overweight, I worry about things that most people probably don't think about... like whether I'll fit in an airplane seat without spilling over onto the people next to me. I realize that I'm smaller than I was, but I still worry about that stuff, so on Wednesday when I flew to Omaha to visit my friend Kelli, I was pleasantly surprised when I got into my seat.
Every time I've flown for the past ten years, I have had to pull the seatbelt out all the way and it barely buckled around my giant bulging stomach area. Once I was in, I would tuck in my arms and sit tight, trying not to move so as not to bother the person next to me by entering their space. It was mortifying, and every time I had that experience, I would vow to lose all the extra weight and never feel that way again, but I haven't actually done anything about it until now.
Imagine how great I felt on Wednesday when this was the case:
What an incredible push to keep going!