Talking Plane

So I've obviously taken a bit of a hiatus lately. I can admit I haven't been pushing myself like I should but with all of these trips here and there that I've been taking, I've relished the down time. Thankfully, though I'm avoiding the scale, my clothes are still getting baggy. Now that I'm back in town and feeling a bit more settled I thought it relevant to bring up a favorite topic.

So many of you know I recently flew to Cali for my friends' beautiful wedding, had a blast catching up with old college mates and enjoyed all the free champagne! Flying, however, isn't as fun as I remember. I swear the seats are getting smaller.  Many of you average to smaller sized people can probably relate to the feeling of dread when you see a BIG person get on the plane, you know, the kind that should probably be paying for two seats but only bought one. In you're head you're all begging "Please don't sit next to me! Please don't sit next to me!" They of course squeeze into the middle seat next to you and push up the arm rest so now there is no barrier between you and this perfect stranger who just squashed your personal bubble. On the flip side, now that I'm heavier than I ever have been, I dread getting on the plane wondering if anyone is silently pleading when they see me. I always reserve a window seat so I can lean my head against the wall. Sometimes when I shift wait from one hip to the other, my hip knocks the arm rest and it pops up for a second. I can only imagine what that poor center seat soul is thinking. "Oh God! Her lard is seeping into my seat!".......Karma