I had a treasured date night with my other half last night, my wonderful mother had the kiddies over night and we went to see the new Conjuring Annabelle film as we love scary movies. There is an awesome cinema which is a 20 minute drive from our house that instead of having the tiny ‘up right’ seats it has luxurious giant leather recliners. The tickets are a bit pricey but for a date night it’s well worth the price. As well as the seats being super comfy, I don’t feel like a whale squished in a cage sitting in one. I recline the chair all the way and cosy in!
Every time we have been there’s been no one either side of us and it’s like we’re the only ones there. I’m bigger than Mr SecretBlog but I never feel massive next to him, we’ve been together a long time and I know he loves me regardless so my size isn’t a big deal in those situations. We arrived at the cinema, slightly dressed up for a Tuesday night I must say, we managed to get the last two seats at the showing. I was relieved we actually got seats but I was a bit gutted there would be people either side of us.
No snogging or canoodling in the back row for us!
When we found our seats I realised I was sitting next to the most petite girl I think I have even seen in my life. No problem, I’m not on her lap, I have my own seat, not an issue. When I sat down I got into full reclining position, chatting with my love and feeling all cute…but I couldn’t help but look over.
I really wish I hadn’t.
The chair was like a sofa to her. She had her huge handbag on the seat as well as her legs up! She had so much room. When I looked down at myself I realised my body took up every inch of the chair and was piled up like a mountain. I kept my bag on my lap like a comfort blanket but it still made me feel crappy.
I realise this has nothing to do with the tiny girl, it’s all my own issues, but it was another reminder of how big I really am.
I haven’t spoken about my ‘weight loss’ in a while as it has been none existent. I’ve been eating shit and feeling shit. I decided after getting back from holiday it was time to try again and shift this weight once and for all. This was yet another reminder that when I’m out in the ‘real world’ I’m not just a bit over weight. I’m really over weight. And it’s got to change.
Can you relate to cinema feelings of crappiness? I would love to hear in the comments below.
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