I Like Big Butts and I Can Not Lie……. Ya. Not So Much!
These chairs are the kind of chairs that requires a shoe horn to get me into. Getting out of them is no real picnic either!
Have you ever been big enough to experience that awkward moment when you try to get out of a chair that had arms on it, and when you got up, the chair came with you?
Do you see where I am going with this?
So we had all sat down in the chairs and were getting comfortable for the movies. We all had sodas placed in the cup holders in the arms of the chairs. It was just about movie time, so I decided I had better make that trip to the girl’s room. I stood up to leave, when my big bum decided that since it couldn’t take the chair with me, it would take the 2 sodas on either side of me! My rather large backside, brushed up against the arms of the chairs pulling out the two sodas on either side and made a huge mess. But more importantly, I was MORTIFIED!!!!
This brought me straight back to my childhood memories of having to walk into a restaurant and ask for a table rather than a booth because my dad could not fit into a booth. Or worse yet, they had no tables with chairs and Dad had to somehow squeeze his girth into the booth! I was embarrassed by him and for him. And now here were my children having to watch me in all of my obese glory…..or shame.
It was certainly not my proudest moment. And honestly, it wasn’t even the moment that made me say, “Martha, you need to lose weight!” Instead it was the moment that my entire family realized that Mom was too fat, and they needed to make sure to hold the drinks down or pick them up before I got up. It was the moment that I learned to warn my family before I got up out of the chairs.
Fast forward to now….
A couple of weeks ago, my husband and I were talking about going to the movies and he suggested a movie at this same theater. I didn’t want to see the movies that were showing there, but I told him I wanted to go back soon to see how I fit into the chairs. And we let the subject drop.
Today, we decided to go to the movies at this theater. I didn’t even give the chairs a second thought until I was about to sit down. It was like running a marathon and coming up to that last quarter mile. You can see the finish line, but your legs are so tired! You are in pain. You just want this over with. At the same time, you are elated because you are about to see this huge accomplishment become a reality. Then fear sets in, “What if I trip and break my leg and can’t cross the finish line???” Yes, that is what I was thinking as I looked at these chairs. “What if I’m still not small enough?”
It was a fleeting thought. And as I sat down, I didn’t even pay attention to the moment. I just sat down like nothing had ever occurred to me to do otherwise. Once I was seated, it dawned on me. “My butt didn’t have to squeeze in!” I looked at my husband and said, “My butt is small enough!” He laughed with pride in his eyes. My daughter giggled and I turned to her and asked, “Do you even know what I’m talking about?” Her reply was, “Yes! You are skinny, mom!”
Indeed. But what if it was a fluke? After all, I didn’t really pay attention when I sat down. The real test will be when I have to get up to go to the girl’s room and the sodas are in the cup holders! Well that time had arrived. I saw that finish line again. I took a deep breath and in one swift motion I stood up. SUCCESS!!!! The sodas remained unscathed! My bum didn’t even brush the sides of the arms of the chair!
This journey isn’t about the scale, but about these REAL LIFE VICTORIES!