What if I don't fit?
Monday, September 16, 2013
Saturday night I promised my kids I would take them to the county fair for the last night. I ate before I went (homemade chili, YUM!) so I wouldn’t be tempted to get fair food. Although I do love the sights, smells and tastes of the once a year goodies, I did an amazing job at refraining this year and actually lost 4 lbs. while the fair was in town! A HUGE success in my book! I also joined a “challenge” at work to run or walk 100 miles in ten weeks. This began last Monday, and since I have been kind of slacking on my workouts since my surgery, I decided this was a great motivator to get back on it. For my first week, I logged 9.5 miles! This is just shy of the 10 mile/week average I need to keep, but I think it’s a great start.
Anyway, back to the fair. Once we got there, my daughters begged me to get a bracelet with them. This allows you to ride all the rides you want for one price. Since the lines were non-existent, I knew this meant hours of riding rides over and over again. I was very hesitant. What if I don’t fit?! This has happened to me before. My husband and I went to Cedar Point, the BEST amusement park in the world (it is even voted as the best), about 12 years ago, and I didn’t fit in to one of the rides. I was mortified. This played in my head as I contemplated getting the bracelet. I weighed 285 lbs. at the time and I haven’t rode a ride since. I was starting to scope out the rides to see if there were heavier people riding and how they were fitting in the seats, and then I scolded myself. Then I really thought about it. This is something my daughters really wanted me to do. I have already missed so much of their lives and these moments don’t come all of the time, so I did it! And I rode every single ride they wanted to ride over and over again, and I fit comfortably in every one!
I felt so accomplished doing this. That is until the chili started rumbling in my tummy after going in circles for hours. I knew my limit and kept letting the kids go on the rides. I sat on the sidelines not because of my weight, but because I finally realized I’m 30 years old and maybe not cut out to ride these rides that go in a circle over and over again for hours on end. It was a great feeling to get over the fear of not fitting in the seats, and I can’t wait to tackle that fear when we go back to Cedar Point next spring! My husband and kids have went, as it is relatively close to where we live, and I can’t wait to finally join them and go on the ride that embarrassed me beyond belief all of those years ago. I will just remember not to eat chili before I go. :)