Nine and a half months ago, I was on a plane en route to Memphis for my job when I did something that changed my life. I was very uncomfortable and could tell the passenger next to me wasn’t happy about sitting next to the fat guy on the plane.
So, being a writer, I made myself write about it.
I wrote about how miserable I was in that small seat, about how my body hurt from leaning awkwardly away from the guy next to me to try to keep my fat from spilling over the armrest, about how my sides hurt, about how I kept falling asleep while writing a blog because I had no energy, about how I worried so much about who might sit next to me on flights, about how my body was taking up part of the aisle, about how everything about the trip was agonizing from a mental and physical perspective, about how I’d like to enjoy a normal flight.
That flight was reflective of my life. [Read more…]