May 8 2002
I DID IT!! I DID IT!! i weigh 199 lbs!!! goodbye 200's! cant say its been fun. 73 lbs gone forever!! i am in a size 1x & my bra size has gone from a 48DD to a 44c.
i traveled to florida last weekend. it was the first time i have flown on an airplane since my surgery. in just the first 3 hours of my trip i experienced so many 'golden moments' that i had to write a diary of the hours. i know this is long but i have to make a permanent record of my 'golden moments' day & needed to share it with my AMOS family.
APRIL 27 2002 SATURDAY
my last recorded weight was 204 lbs.
1) i was singled out at the gate for a random search. was asked to remove my shoes. NO PROBLEM! i was able to bend over in half to remove & replace my shoes. i felt flattered & very proud!
2) i was allowed to board the plane & i walked down the aisle to my seat FACING FRONT instead of sideways & didnt 'hit' any seated passengers with my now reduced bulk.
3) i was able to 'step between' the seats to let people pass on their way to their seats & did not have to contort my body to fit in the narrow space.
4) 2 men jump up from their seat to put my suitcase in the overhead bin. i am flabbergasted! later on when i tell paul about this he says 'men always jump up to help an attractive woman sweetie!' god bless this wonderful man of mine...he always knows the right thing to say.
5) someone was in my seat so i had to sit in a wrong seat for a few minutes. i was able to get up WITHOUT a struggle & move to my right seat.
6) i sat down & buckled my seat belt. it was LOOSE!!! i had to tighten it!! YAYYYY!!! no seat belt extender for this old girl.
7) after take off the flight attendant came with her cart filled with a big bag of snacks. the bag tipped over & all the little bags of pretzels cascaded down on me just as i had fallen asleep. lol. i was able to bend over IN MY SEAT with the seat belt still buckled & help her pick up all the bags with NO PROBLEM!
8) i slept on & off for the 4 hour trip to philly from las vegas because i couldnt get comfortable...MY BUTT WAS NUMB & MY TAILBONE HURT! this is a great day of 'GOLDEN MOMENTS'!
9) i had to use the bathroom but put it off as long as i could because i dreaded entering that 'torture chamber' where i had to climb on the toilet just to have enuf room to close the door. i could wait no longer. i went from the middle of the plane to the back, walking face front, with room on each side of me & never once 'bumping' somebody with my girth.
10) OH MY GOD! here it is...the moment of truth. i open the torture chamber door & step in. the door sprung shut behind me & i didnt 'take up' all the space!! i turned & locked the door. there was space all around me!!! OMG!! i want to cry. i can open the door without contorting my body or sucking in my stomach. i am overwhelmed by the 'discovery' of my 'new' body. i walk back down the aisle with a spring in my step (ok, so some of the 'spring' was minor turbulence lol) & a new found confidence that i am 'JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE'.
11) i sat back down & buckled my seat belt and...wait a minute! wait just one doggone minute here!! i didnt have to wedge my butt into the seat!! i didnt have to sit all scrunched up so that i didnt invade my seatmates space! OMG! OMG! OMG!
'sher' i said to myself, 'there is one more 'test' to pass. the dreaded TRAY TABLE TEST.
12) i shivered. was it in fright? anticipation? both? hand on the latch, i hesitated. should i do it? should i do it? oh god...i wish paul were with me. when the tray goes down & rests on top of my stomach at an awkward angle, he would make 'nicey nicey' noises about how the tray will go down straight the next trip i embark on. I WANT MY HONEY!!! WAAAAA!! OK! enuf of this silly game! i turn the latch & the tray comes down...ALL THE WAY DOWN!!! the lady next to me must think im nuts! i am laffing while i lift & lower the tray numerous times trying to figure out how much further down the tray should 'really' go. reality sets in...there is no 'further down'! tears spring into my eyes.THANK U GOD! THANK U SO MUCH!! DO U HEAR ME GOD? DO U SEE ME? MY TRAY IS ALL THE WAY DOWN! & like a 2 year old i sit there playing with my tray...up, down, up, down. the lady next to me shifts ever so slightly away from me & closer to her husband, if thats at all possible in an airline seat. lololol. did i mention that she was the same size as me? here r 2 people, the same size, sitting on an airplane in a 3 seat row & i am not leaning over the arm of my seat into the aisle to avoid scrunching so i could 'FIT'.
13) its a very cold, drab & rainy morning in philly when we land. but, i had my own personal sun shining. we landed early so now instead of a 2 hour layover its 2 1/2 hours. well u know what? WHO CARES?? i am happy! i am proud of myself! i can do what 'normal size' people do!
14) i stop at a souvenier stand on my way to my connecting flight & i buy a souvenier bell that has 'PHILADELPHIA' printed across it to commerate my 'GOLDEN MOMENTS' day.
15) my son is waiting for me at the gate in fort lauderdale. he is sitting patiently & scanning the faces of everyone walking up the ramp towards him. he looks at me & then looks past me. he jumps up out of his seat & i 'see' him say 'omg! mommy!!' i am laffing. i get next to him & we r hugging. he cries while i laff. this is the child of my soul. of all 3 children, he is the one that knows & understands me best.
16) we arrive at my daughter's house & she & her best friend (my 'i didnt give birth to her daughter') & they r waiting outside for me. i am only half out of the car & i hear 'omg! omg! look at mommy!' & they r laffing. ron says...wait! u can only see half of her! wait til u see ALL of her! whats left of her anyway! my girls r laffing, crying, hugging me, pushing me away to look at me, hugging me again & all the while saying 'omg! omg! mommy is it really u?' after 5 full minutes of this i say...enuf! let me at that grandbaby of mine! i run in the house & my son in law looks at me & his eyes pop & his mouth falls open. 'mom?' 'WOW MOM!' the heck with him! where's my granddaughter? lololololol. my youngest child is there but i dont see him because this baby, this gorgeous creature my daughter & son in law created is SMILING at me. i havent seen her since she was born late in january. i look at her & see a mirror image of myself. & i think...oh dear god, no! this gorgeous extension of myself is chubby! & then i start to laff. there r no baby pictures of me. there is one picture of me at the age of 2. then no more until around the age of 5. i now have the answer to the question i have asked myself all my life! what did i look like as a baby? lolololol.
life is good! god bless dr newhoff's magic hands.