A standard bath towel
will gird my loins. No longer do I need the jumbo, extra-large, souvenir beach
towel to wrap my assets as I walk from the showers to the dressing area. A
standard bath towel works just fine; thank you very much.
That may not
sound like much, but it’s huge. For years my life has about what fits, not
necessarily what I like. Why do designers always assume just because you wear a
triple extra-large you want to look like Barney Rubble in a bowling shirt? I
can tell you from experience that airline seats and your typical restaurant
booth are not designed for ‘real’ men. Nothing is quite as embarrassing as
asking your friendly flight attendant for seat belt extension. It’s bad enough
you going to spend the next several hours with your bottom-side squeezed like
it’s in a vice, first you have to raise your hand and say,
“Hey, over
here, I’m too fat for my seat belt.”
Of all the
positives that come from significant weight loss, and there are many, the ones
that make me giddy are things wrapping up in a stand bath towel, tying my shoes
without gasping for breath and sliding into a restaurant booth without worrying
about cutting of the circulation to my torso.
“Would you
be more comfortable at a table?”
I know the waitress
meant well, but A) I wasn't sure I could get out of the booth without
assistance from the fire department and B) since I was already stuck, there was
no sense worrying about it until after dessert.
It’s been
five months and ninety one pounds since I had weight loss surgery. My life has
changed in more ways than I ever imagined possible. Instead of looking for way
to avoid life, I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. I have health, hope
and optimism for a new day. And, I can wrap-up in a standard bath towel.
That’s big
news!
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