Then we went to see American Sniper. A great film that gives you lots to think about. My suspension of disbelief was firmly in place and Bradley Cooper was Chris Kyle. Awesome performance.
But as we were standing in line to give our tickets to the tickettaker, I noticed something. Fat people. A lot of them. I mean, aside from most of the kids, all the adults were fat. And I don't mean chubby, I mean A LOT fat. One poor guy I saw I was wondering where he was going to sit, I know he wouldn't fit in a seat. I barely did at 350 lbs and he was at least 100 or more pounds beyond that.
So in noticing all the fat people I realized two things:
- Americans, as a whole, are fat;
- I no longer think of myself as fat.
Would I have noticed all those fat people a year ago? The big guy for sure, because I really can relate to his predicament--wanting to see a movie, wondering where he'd sit.
I'm the same gal who went back to college in her 40s and would get to class early, sometimes an hour early, so I could find a desk or chair that I could fit into. Yeah, that was me. I got stuck in a desk in a counseling session full of people pre-semester, and it left a nasty bruise on my belly and then there was the shame. I don't know if anyone noticed I was stuck; I looked down and just walked away. But the memory haunts me to this day.
I both pity and understand fat people. I spent 30 years as a fat person in different sizes. It sucked in a lot of ways. I want to hand out my surgeon's card and tell people like the big man, "You don't have to live like this." But then I stop and think about how my journey to surgery took me to ten years.
I have lots more thoughts about this, but Starbucks is closing and unless I fancy spending the night here, we've got to leg it. Besides...I have SF chocolate pudding and a good book waiting for me. Kitties, too. ;-P