How did you deal with your Walk Of Shame?

Y'all know what I'm talking about... when due to your girth, you didn't fit  and had to move.  Mine was @ Six Flags this weekend-  I couldn't fit my 272lbs size 22/24 wearing butt into 2 of the roller coasters - I quit trying after that .  Like I said in my blog - those amusement parks know my fat ass can't fit, but they still take my $$$.  Hell, you measure height, measure my hips and ass, dammit!!!

Or, needing a seat extender and having the insensitive bytch of a flight attendant yell so the whole plane can hear "We need a seat extender on A33!!!  I also know I can't fly Delta - not enough butt room.  Airtan, enough room, no leg room... Southwest - worth the 2 hour drive to Birmingham!

My coworker told me before we left let the rides be my determining factor on my WLS (only b/c I was waivering over 1 lil point. ).  Damn that!  I take roller coasters PERSONALLY!!! If one defeats me, I get my revenge ride.  2010 - GOLIATH & SUPERMAN, IT'S ME AND YOU SONS!!!

Anyone else had to take the walk?  I tried to do my Top Model walk, but a sista did break down and cry...

KSK,

I've told this story before, but I'll tell it again for you.

My moment of truth, when I decided to finally have the surgery after 4 years of soul-searching/research came at Six Flags, Great Adventure.  I had gone there with my daughter, Naja, who was abou 11 at the time.  I already knew I couldn't get on to the roller coaster with the harnesses that came down over the shoulders and chest (Damned rides had "Fat Guy Restrictions", I used to tell Naj). 

So, having decided the coasters were out, we went to the Runaway Train, with the pull-down bar over ur lap.  So, we finally get to the front of the line, she sits down, I sit next to her, and realize I cannot pull the bar down over the tree-trunk thighs.  After several attempts, the workers decided to escort / kick my bison-like butt off the ride.  I heard the snickers of the other ppl on the ride and waiting on line  ("One burger too many, fat@$$?"  "Dude, get a seat extender"  "Jenny Craig is calling, you fat fugg!" {why does the word "fukk" always follow "fat"?  lol.  Oh well}).  So, I get off the ride.  Mind you, I felt badly for myself, but felt worse for Naj.  Not only did she have to hear all that mean-spirited **** it was her first time on the coaster by herself.  So off she goes on the rided before she had a chance to get off.   I'm standing there on the platform praying that she doesn't freak out.  The train returns.  My baby is pretty composed, but I can tell she was nervous as all hell.   THAT was what determined for me that I was going to have the surgery. 

My "WOW" moment also occured at Six Flag. 

Again, we're doing the roller coaster thing.  By this time, I kinda knew I had been losing weight, but the true test was Great Adventure. 

We're getting on the Superman ride, one of those where the harness comes down over the shoulders and chest.  The moment of truth came when I slowly moved the harness down...and it CLICKED!  The wide grin on my thirteen year old's face made it all worth while.  :) 

Wow, Dewayne!!!  That had to have been hard.  I didn't *hear* any snickering - just my co-workers saying it would be OK (I'm glad a lot of people dropped out - it was 6 of us..) I'm glad your daughter handled it like she did.  Me? I think I'd have cursed them all out - at 11.  Then my dad would've whupped me!!!


I could play and say I almost fit, but as the saying goes... almost doesn't count.  I was mad upset my co-worker didn't tell me I wouldn't fit, but I think he knew this would push me over the edge.  Thing is, I didn't want to go on Goliath, but when I got up in the line, at the last minute I decided not to bounce.  Superman?  Wanted to ride that with a vengence...

As my lil sis told me... Next time, Gadget!

Yeah, Brandy.  It was really difficult.  Even the seat extender thing was kinda embarassing to my big arse...but I slowly got over it. lol

Brandy I love your spririt!!!!  You are an awesome chick.  I am sorry to hear of your experience.  Those tears were for clarification and that is the answer that you were looking for. 

Girl, thank you!  That was one more thing to say this surgery is no longer an option... 

But next year, I can ride and hopefully walk all them hills in that damn park without needing an oxygen mask!!!

Not really a walk......but here's the story.

Before weight loss surgery my knees KILLED ME!!! I fell off a pole in 2000 and injured them but they didn't start hurting again till 2006, when I had reached 250 lbs. I mean they hurt BAD! After watching a movie in the theatre I had to hold on to the handrail for dear life climbing back down those steps. And airplane rides......fuggitaboutit!!

Sooooo me and my best friend went to Mexico in 2006. I was prepared with pain killers and my soppa strength Icy hot. Soooo we're in Mexico coming back home and they check my carry-on. Strat mumbling somethng in Spanish and TAKE MY ICY HOT! They said I couldn't take it with me. I was pissed off! So what do I do? I snatch the Icy Hot and slather a ton of it on both my knees LMAO. Lets just say the whole plane smelled like old people riding back.

But me and my knees felt A-OK!!

Girl, you've gotta have that in a quart siezed plastic bag!!! LOL.  They took my MAC I just bought before I went to Jamaica at the Montego Bay airport - they had a threat in the Carribean and the byotch had no problem throwing my stuff again, then had the nerve to tell me I could afford to buy some more.  That was in 2006... took til  Xmas 2008 to replace.

good morning brandy,

no story to share just wanted to bring ((hugs)) cuz that sounded like a tough n' teary thing to do.  sorry

you too D.  p.s. you can always tell when somebody is from the tri-state and how old they are cuz we're the only ones in the country that call it great adventure lol! 

Shaddap, Marlo.  LOL.