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| Sat, 08-25-2007 - 11:35pm |
Hi there, I'm pretty much a newbie - but I wondered if others thought it would be nice if we could occasionally commisserate about the trials of being severely overweight - not a big "boo hoo" pity party, that's not what I mean at all because we need support and positive actions for sure, but for example:
Sometimes I think I'm the only person in the world who is constantly on the lookout for the table not the booth; the double-wide chair in the waiting room not the skinny little chair; "dibbsing" the chair without arms for some reason other than that it will fit your behind; not going to a movie in such a long time because can't fit in the seats; not flying, same reason; stopping in the mall and pretending to window shop when in reality, trying to discreetly catch my breath; when tying shoes is a workout; when your breasts rest quite comfortably on your stomach; when taking care of bathroom business becomes outrageously difficult (ok, too much information, but you know what I mean)... yada yada yada. Maybe we can get a laugh, at least a laugh of recognition of a similar experience? What do you think ladies?
Again, not as a pity party, or to get mired in negativity, but it sure would be nice to know I'm not alone in some of this stuff...
Thanks for your input!

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Oy, you've hit so many! I'm back at that "tipping point" where everyday living is becoming absurdly difficult. That should be a great incentive to lose weight!
Restaurants are most embarassing for me lately-- trying to plot a route to the table that doesn't involve asking people to pull in their chairs, and avoiding the bench or booth seat because the table may be too close for me to squeeze in.
Recently, I went to a very posh French restaurant for a farewell dinner, and the snake of a maitre d' maneuvered me onto the bench... which, amazingly, I could manage without a problem. BUT the %$^*&%(&^ made a point of pulling the table out anyway, AFTER I'd already been seated. And, no, it wasn't misguided solicitous behavior. He was just a bast*rd of the first order, offended by a female who didn't conform to his standards. There were men (3) much larger than I am dining there that night, and they weren't subjected to this treatment. Grrrrr!
Ok, rant over. Plotting revenge. Ahhhh!
Misha
I know that I've always held my breath when being seated in a restaurant...hoping for an actual table and chairs or for a booth that had enough room so I didn't feel wedged in.
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Annie
"We do not think ourselves into new ways of living. We live ourselves into new ways of thinking."  
Annie, That would be great (to get the thread going again that you referred to) -- yes, one time is waaaay too many for any of these things --
Here's a few more - needing two paper gowns to cover up in the doctor's office. Being diagnosed with "fatty liver" - bad enough to have it, but what a nice name, ugh. Getting momentarily stuck in a restaurant booth and making promises with any higher power of any spiritual persuasion out there that you'd lose weight if you just didn't end up stuck in the booth and needing assistance (power saw? welding equipment? jaws of life?) to get out. Going to a fancy restaurant where they only have those little fancy chairs and being on-edge all thru dinner terrified the chair would break.
Ok, How about this,
Someone referring to a "fat baby" or "chubby cheeked baby" and turning around and apologizing to you. Or apologize when they say "It's not over till the fat lady sings"
I know it's not really the difficulty in everyday living, but it's still annoying.
Come on I know what I look like, don't make an issue of my appearance, deal with me.
Also, I learned a little trick. At some airlines you can ask for a seatbelt extender before they begin checking boarding passes. Usually there is a moment just before when they come to the podem to start check in. Sometimes they have the extenders there.
What about making a reservation at a restaurant for a window side table, only to be seated at table in a dark corner after arriving, It's happened and I wondered why.
I just want to be able to go into the dressing room and not look in the mirror and realize how truly big I have gotten. It is like the mirrors at home show me a different picture LOL
As well as I feel like it is a workout just trying on the clothes, I be getting all hot and sweaty. I have to go the handicap dressing room if they have one just so I can have enough space to move around.
And shoot, don't be it be one without the built in chair!!!
RoDonna
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RoDonna
Loves organizing and planning all events!!! (www.unforgettablyyoursevents.com)
Barb
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