Fat Flyer

My name is Megan, and I am a fat flyer.

I love to travel...but I haaaaate sitting on airplanes.  I am fairly certain that others hate sitting next to me on airplanes too.  As a fat person you really learn the nuances between airlines seats and space (JetBlue: great leg space, short seatbelts, uncomfortably pitched seat backs.  American: tiny and crappy space.  Longer seatbelts...etc).  You also learn to ask for the dreaded 'seatbelt extension' without crying (yes, I used to cry and make Jim ask for me).

Anyway, why am I posted about flying.  Well, I had occasion to fly to Chicago this past weekend for what was supposed to be a huge super fun Girl's Weekend - just the way I wanted to 'go out' before heading into surgery.  What happened in reality?  My daughter got a stomach bug last week and was home for 4 days with diarrhea.  Guess what she gave me as a parting gift.  Yeaaaaa...  So, instead of partying all weekend with friends I was lying in bed either moaning in pain, puking or shitting.  GOOD TIMES.

What I did realize though during my very uncomfortable flight out (on American) is that I want to add 'more comfortable air travel' on to my list of Things I Can't Wait For After Losing Weight.  I can't wait to be able to put both arms down on the arm rest (and not have my arm take over half of the next seat), I can't wait for my ass to not be so wedged in between the armrests that I can't move a centimeter side to side, I can't wait to be able to plug in my headphones or use (see...) armrest mounted TV controls, while I don't cry anymore I can't wait to be able to not worry about the seatbelt fitting, I can't wait to maybe be able to sleep on a plane?!.  So much.  So much I can't wait for.  I have to keep these exciting things in mind as the surgery draws nearer and my nerves grow stronger.

This weekend was my last flight ever as a morbidly obese passenger.  and that?  is pretty awesome.


ONE WEEK FROM TODAY.  HOLY CRAP.