Followed quickly by my second thought: what if I'm still too big for the airplane seat?
Ugh. Why is that even in my head? Well, it is. I flew for work for several years (sometimes as much as 3 out of 4 weeks a month), and have always done plenty of flying outside of work as well. However, after my layoff in 2010, I just really haven't done much flying. When I DO fly lately, here's what I think about:
- If I get an exit row seat, then the arm rest is immobile and I can just squish into the space between the armrests.
- If I have a regular seat, the armrest moves up to accommodate my fat and I spend the entire flight pushing it back down and smiling apologetically at the person next to me.
- And of course, the biggest fear of all: will THIS finally be the flight that I have to ask for a seat belt extender?
- If I at least had short legs, I could take up less room that way, but the fact is that I have long legs AND big hips, so basically, airplanes don't like me.
Other than the plane trip, here is what I'm looking forward to:
- Seeing my sister and her family (4 crazy boys!)
- Seeing my oldest niece, who is flying in from Chicago
- Walking the half marathon with Sharon
- Cheering on my sis, her oldest, and my niece as they run the half marathon
- Pedicures on Monday
Oh, and here's something great: I prepared (American) Thanksgiving dinner last night because the hubs wanted some leftovers while I'm gone. And I didn't even gain wait overnight!