Six Flags!!!! :(
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Well, my new company has a Six Flags day every year. I was terribly, horribly excited to go! I mean, jumping out of my seat excited, I literally skipped through the entry gates. Free admission, free buffet, free parking...MAN...this was going to be awesome! Right. Until I got on the first roller coaster. Note: I'm a roller coaster maniac, none too scary for me, I ride them all. Just not comfortably. I had to squish into the seat of the first ride. Ok, maybe it was just that one that I'd have a problem with. Right. Not so much. I had issues on every single ride that day. The Batman ride was really bad - with that overhead thing that comes down to lock you in...well, I couldn't get it snapped in place. They had to release it and the guy I was with so he could get up and push on the bar harder so I could be snapped in. The worst part - other than delaying the ENTIRE ride, was the people next to me making comments about 'too much meat'. Too much meat? Incorrect - too much fat is the problem.
The Superman ride didn't go much better. We learned from Batman that my friend had to get me on the ride first securely, then he'd strap himself in. He didn't feel totally sure that the buckle snapped into place on the Superman. He (me too really) was totally freaked out that I wasn't in place enough and that on the way down from the 240' drop I'd fall out or something. All day long he made comments of "I don't care what we have to use, you're getting on this next ride". His underlying sentiment was genuine - he knew I desperately wanted to ride these rides and have fun because I dig the coasters and such. The way he expressed it just didn't help.
I honestly thought that the 40 pounds I've lost this year would make Six Flags day ok. I thought I might have an encounter or two with a crazy seat or something, but I never imagined I would have to struggle and wedge myself into every single ride. I was a trooper - discomfort wouldn't stop me from the rush of the coasters...but it was emotionally disasterous. They had a special on season passes...$30! How could we not get that deal, so we got two passes. Now reality....I have to lose weight to use this pass. Not 'need to', but have to. Walking around for 8 hours in surprisingly mild weather sweating like a warthog isn't my idea of true fun. Lap bars taking my breath away instead of the ride isn't true fun either.
Needless to say, I've been in a funk this past week since good ol' Six Flags day. I haven't exercised. I haven't even bothered attempting to eat properly. I've even been drinking a lot of soda for no reason, even though I've had no cravings for it. I haven't even sat down to watch this week's episode of Biggest Loser - and I never go more than a day after it airs before I watch it! I had been feeling good lately - smaller clothes that actually fit, people noticing the weight loss, and namely, the reality that I could lose 100 more pounds and be at an 'ok' weight instead of still having to lose 150 pounds or more. 100 sounded so much better. It sounded like such progress. The reality is, I'm still morbidly obese. And normally, morbidly obese people don't go on roller coasters. I realize this should have been a shot in the arm for motivation, but I just feel like wallowing a little bit longer in my stew of self-pity before picking myself up and getting back in the race.
Six Flags - you won't defeat me again!