Monday, October 4, 2010

Karma is a real bitch

So....I haven't posted in over a week. And there is a really good reason. I hate eating crow! And I knew that to be completely honest, full disclosure, and all that happy horse shit that I'd have to come on here and set the record straight....on more than one thing. And I hate crow!!

In my last post I was pretty proud of myself that I didn't need a seat belt extender on the flight to Chicago. I was ecstatic. And feeling pretty full of myself. Evidently Karma heard my mental high fives and decided I could not possibly be allowed that much self esteem. And she hit me where it hurt. I had the honor of flying back to Salt Lake with Band Babe. She is skinny and HOT and I love her to pieces!! So when I found out we were on the same flight I was super excited. When we got to the gate I got our seats changed so we could sit together. I had a seat in the exit row and the seat next to me was empty so they just moved her to so she could sit next to me. I was loving the thought of extra leg room!!

I have to jump back a year for a just a minute so I can give a full background on this so you will understand why not needing an extender and being able to sit in the exit row is so important to me. I'll try to make it short.

In March my husband and I went to Las Vegas. On the flight back we were assigned seats in the exit row. I was so happy for my husband that he could stretch out his legs. He had a bad knee that he needed to stretch out and all the walking we did in the previous 3 days was really bothering him. (He has since had surgery on his knee and it's much better.) So, we got on the plane, I asked for an extender belt, went to our seats, buckled in and was half asleep when the flight attendant came by to make sure everyone's seat belts were clicked. I swear she yelled for everyone to hear 'You can't sit here. We don't allow people that need extenders to sit in the exit row.' I was mortified and I didn't want to make a scene. So I just said ok and said I would move. And of course my husband wouldn't stay there without me, although I told him it was ok. In the row behind us were two anorexics that I swear didn't weigh 150 pounds between them. They literally jumped up and squealed 'We'll take their seats.' The flight attendant asked if they were over 18. They were in there 30's. So, I got humiliated and they got flattered. I sat down in the seat behind the exit row and I tried really hard not to cry but I couldn't help it. I was so embarrassed for my husband and I was embarrassed for me. And I wanted to give that flight attendant a lesson in tact. I swore I would NEVER put anyone I traveled with in that situation again.

So, back to the flight home from Chicago. When we got on the plane I didn't ask for an extender, didn't even think for a minute that I would need one. Lara and I got to our seats. I sat down. I wrapped the seat belt around me. It wouldn't go around me, and not by an inch or if I really pulled it tight and sucked my gut in, we're talking at least 6 inches short of going around me. I didn't want Lara to see that after my brag-fest about not needing an extender that now I couldn't get a seat belt around me. But she did. And I started to feel a panic attack coming on. A great weekend, a new awesome friend, and I'm going to ruin it all with my fat ass, just like before. I swore I was not going to cry!! So I did the only thing I could think of. I stood up, buckled the seat belt in the seat and then sat on the seat belt. I pulled my jacket down so it looked like it was covering the seat belt. And I prayed I wouldn't get caught. The flight attendant came down the isle and I saw where she was asking people to lift up their shirts to make sure they had their seat-belt done up and I was sure I was busted. But I didn't make eye contact and when she asked if I had my seat-belt on I lied through my teeth and said Yup. She didn't make me lift up my jacket thank God! As the plane took off I was thinking please God do not let us hit turbulence because I am screwed if I really need that seat-belt. I will never again even try to sit in the exit row. I have learned my lesson!!

Also, in Chicago I mentioned that I have never BP'd. I was actually hoping someone would BP so I could see what it was, and I even have the audacity to say such a thing to my roommates. I was even feeling a little cocky about it, thinking I must be one of the 'special people' that just never BP. Well, once again Karma heard me and decided to give me taste of my own medicine. And that she did, tonight, at Applebees no less. I didn't even feel it coming and didn't have time to run to the bathroom. I was a little stuck and I was trying to burb like I normally do to get unstuck except this time I got a present with my burp. Thanks Karma!!

And because everything comes in 3's.....

I found Jen's three pounds she lost in Chicago. They followed me home on my ass. Personally I think they looked better on Jen. I was at 279.0 the Friday before we left for Chicago. I didn't lose anything the next week which I totally expected because I didn't get to the gym all that week. When I got home from Chicago and stepped on the scales Monday morning I was not a happy camper. I went to the gym three days in a row and Thursday I walked the trail at the river. So that made four days in a row that I worked out. And today, Monday, I am back at 279.0. It took me a week to lose Jen's three pounds!! Peachy!!!

And while I'm on the bitch wagon.....

I turn 40 next week. I have a really hard time saying that. And I'm having a really hard time accepting this birthday for several reasons that I won't bore you with right now. Anyway, I really wanted to lose 50 pounds by my birthday, which is 2 pounds away. So I'm really going to bust my ass this week and try to make it to my birthday goal. I really need something positive to come of this birthday!

Bitching & Moaning done.


I'm still trying to download BOOB's pics from and as soon as I get a few together then I will do a BOOB's post. My internet has been really slow so it's taking almost 20 minutes to download one picture.

Have a Terrific Tuesday!!

15 comments:

  1. I'm so sorry you had a week of bad karma! And seriously, what a bitch that flight attendant was! I'm glad the one on this flight left you alone.

    Also, I think you make 40 look fabulous, so Happy Early Birthday :)

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  2. That is so wrong about the flight attendant. You did not deserve that. But the story with Lara was sort of funny - you got them that time!

    You are young, Girlfriend! 40 is nothing. I'm coming up on 44 in 2 short months!!!!

    You are lovely and I'm so glad I got to meet you.

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  3. Sorry about the Karma crap. Eh, just flick it away! You are such a great lady and I truly enjoyed meeting you. Just think, each time you go on a trip, you will be smaller! BTW, 40 is nothing.....try being 50 like me! Happy birthday, Amey!

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  4. If I had been on that plane with you I would have kicked that womans butt!! Seriously, if anyone understands its us. You are gorgeous! You are one of the people I will never forget meeting. You were warm and sweet and just over all adorbs!

    40 is the new 30 rock it!! Go get some GAWDY earrings or a feathered headband and treat yourself to something fun.

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  5. First of all, I think some seatbelts on plans are just smaller. Last time I went to Dallas, on the trip down I had to get an extender. And I never have in the past. It was just a small freaking seat belt. I was worried about it on the way home, but the belt was just fine. Damn manufacturers.

    40 is nothing. You will love being in your 40's. 50's are even better. Hey, see,you can party, I'm older than you. :)

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  6. Amen to what everyone else said! Seat belt extender or not...you look amazing and fabulous!! I had a great time getting to know you in Chicago!! Hope your week gets better :)

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  7. Don't worry, soon you REALLY wont' need one ever again! I have found different planes are different though. On Air Canada the seat belt was a good 5-6 inches shorter than on United (Canadian vs U.S? I dunno!).

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  8. Dude, 40 is a breeze. I am staring 46 in the teeth... Now that is scary. lol

    I have spent my share of time with black feathers hanging out of my mouth. Extra garlic helps. ;)

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  9. Don't sweat the plane stuff...you're doing great and that was the last time for such nonsense.
    I too hadn't slimed until just the other day and DH was upset that he missed it...MEN!

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  10. have you even seen how gorgeous you look in all of the BOOBs pictures? I have no doubt that you will lose those two lbs. too! I can't wait to hang out with you again, it will be such a blast :) PS. Karma sucks- she can kiss my ass for being mean to my roomie. hah!

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  11. Oh AmeyInIdaho (because I can't think of you any other way), I'm sorry honeybunny. That's a crappy thing you went through. If it makes you feel any better, I gained 3 pounds in Chicago too. They're gone now, but STILL.

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  12. That was just so sad that you had to feel that way. I'm sorry. HUGS. And BTW, you didn't get Jen's 3 pounds-they are on me!!! And I hate the PBing. Was doing rather well through Chicago and then San Francisco. Decided I needed a piece of pizza in Toronto. It was an hour flight back to Ottawa and I PBed the entire flight. Thank god there were two barf bags to fill. I even switched with my hubby so I had a window seat and wouldn't look too obvious. Left the twisted closed bag on the floor. I told my son who works ground crew here in Ottawa and he said I should have just left it on the seat. Yuck! I was impressed that they didn't leak, except he said many times they do. He wasn't working so some other poorly paid plane groomer got to dispose of my pizza escapade. Just when you think it will be ok, the band lets us know its there.

    I've been telling everyone turning forty this week that my forties were the best years of my life. When you get down, just think of me at 56. That should make you feel good. At least you have more life to live than what you have lived.

    Hope you cheer up and if you like, I'll take your extra 2 pounds. But just till I can give them to someone else.

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  13. Eeeekk - in my head I commented on this and then I looked and I really didn't. I wanted to say thank God you posted this the day you did. I was seconds away from emailing you asking if you were okay since we hadn't heard from you. Karma works both ways and soon you'll be seeing the good side of it. You are gorgeous - never forget that.

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  14. All I can say is I hope that karma bitch-slapped that flight attendant from your past.

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  15. The Karma bitch didn't slap the attendent, but the lapband freind support bitch slap was alomost introduced to her! Amey, I tried to do something naughty every time they'd walk by so they would tell me to put my tray upright or stow my luggage or anything so they would leave you alone. That was THE most peaceful flight I've had in a really long time, and I'm so happy it was with you!

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