Monday, August 16, 2010
So. I flew to Utah. I dont like to fly, it scares me, but what the heck. It beat a 18 our drive!! In the past, I have sat down, tried to buckle the seat belt and have discreetly asked for the belt extender. On the plane ride there, I walked through the aisles with my hubby and found our seat, 14th row, middle seat, next to a lady at the window. I thought, oh god, she is probably thinking, "please dont sit next to me!" but when I met her eyes, she kinda just smiled and I sat down next to her. Not ON her, next to her. No part of my was overflowing. Then I put the seat belt on. It clicked and I had to pull the little end to make it tighter!! What the heck just happened????????
So I am pretty happy right now but just keeping it to myself like a little present. When Frank sat down, I nudged him and showed him the seat belt and he totally got what I was showing him. He smiled, told me good job and gave me a squeeze. GREAT FLIGHT!!
So flight home: We get on the plane and I see we are on a wayyyyyy smaller plane. 2 rows of 2 seats, instead of 2 rows of 3. I am having to walk sideways down the aisle so I dont rub on people sitting on the aisle. We are all the way to the back. You know those seats, least amount of room, no seat going back cause you are against the wall. Anxiety alert!!!
So I get in first up against the wall, sit down,and pull the seat belt out. I pulled it all the way out then clicked it into place. It did click but it was sooo much smaller. I said to Frank, "wow, good thing I recently lost 40 pounds of I wouldnt have fit!". The lady sitting in front of me turns around and asked me how I did it, so I told her about Sparkpeople. She was very intersted and wrote it down. So I got to spread the spark. It was not a comfortable flight but I had a good book so I just pretended I was not on a place.
Now, while we were waiting to board, I saw a very large lady wearing pink in a wheel chair, and they boarded her first. She met nobody's eye, weighed probably over 500 pounds and was obviously unable to walk and was alone. When we got on the plane, She was in the first row with a very uncomfortable woman sitting in the seat next to her, looking absolutely distressed. The Lady in Pink, was trying to sit as far to the other side as possible but there was nothing she could do. I could imagine how she felt. It made me so sad for her. On our way out, she was the last to leave the plane. As I passed I smiled at her and she just looked at me. She seemed to be unaccustomed to kindness and I sooo wanted to say something to her. I was forced to keep going and to tell myself that it is her journey to take and I sooo hope she finds Sparkpeople or someone to show her that she can do it, too. This does not have to be her life or her death sentence. She, too, could be writing this blog about the difference in that trip vs, the one where her seat belt buckled.
I am thinking about making some business cards with my spark name on it and the website for sparkpeople. I can just pass it on in those situations where it isnt really possible to have a conversation. I could put something on it like "I lost ___pounds with the support at www.sparkpeople.com" and then if they joined, they would automatically have a friend already. What do you think? Is it presumptuous? Helpful? What would you have thought if someone handed you a card like that?
I think if a "big girl" like me handed me a card like that, I would have checked it out at least.