Every once in a while I run into one of those “Oh, my, yes, I really AM big” moments. Recently I had three of them.
1) Going to the football/soccer stadium for the Sounders FC game on Thursday. As stadium seats go they weren’t the worst I’ve been in; some have the armrests so tight I have to crouch so my hips are below the armrests and then back into the seat. These were wider, and my knees weren’t hitting the row in front of me…but it was still a tight fit. (Actually our section was standing much of the time, so I was standing or half-sitting on the seat back.)
2) The “salon/spa” where I got highlights this weekend. I was probably the largest woman there. The chairs were at least as tight as the stadium seats, but padded and more comfortable. The tightness seemed to decrease how much my bad knee wanted to work, so each time I’d stand up to move to the next station I’d walk slowly, but no one said anything. Oh, and they brought me ice water and magazines too.
3) Haven’t got a new chair at work yet, so it’s either take in my exercise ball (which is pretty comfortable, but Monday I forgot) or I get to feel where the arms of the “standard” desk chair digs into my thighs after work.
4) This “diabetes predictor” created by some UK researchers. I enter my BMI, it says “Body mass index: either leave blank or enter a number between 18.0 and 42.0.” Which probably indicates that they don’t have data outside those BMIs, or that they assume that no one will ever have a BMI greater than 42.
None of these are the end of the world, of course. It’s just four recent little reminders that I am “too big” compared to what most people expect.
(I should be glad that I’m only 5’9″ tall. If I were 6’6″ I’m sure the stadium seats would be even more uncomfortable. :)