Seeing a musical tonight was so much more enjoyable than it was about 100 pounds ago last March. And the performance and the quality of my seat had nothing to do with it. Know what it was?
1) Parking for free on the street and walking a couple blocks to the theatre did not leave me panting like a marathon runner.
2) I felt no fear climbing the stairs to the third floor ladies room which had the shortest line. I walk to my fourth floor office everyday now. Third floor? I laugh at you, third floor. Ha, ha! Challenge me, please.
3) My ass actually fit in the seat without spilling over or touching the person next to me. Granted, the person next to me was an 8-year-old girl and a thin one at that. But I don’t think I would have invaded the space of an average adult either.
4) I got to wear my cute new black corduroy blazer which I got at the plus-size thrift store for one dollar. One dollar!
Sitting next to the 8-year-old girl made me remember what it was like being a child, when kitchen counters are too high and chairs are too big. The world is not sized to fit you. I’ve felt that way for a long time, for the opposite reason. Now the pendulum is swinging back to the center.
The only partially bad part of the night – eating at a Mexican restaurant for dinner was a bad idea. Everything comes wrapped in a burrito or taco shell or covered in white rice. The only thing on the menu that was South Beach Diet friendly was the Naked Chicken Taco Salad. The taco salad was naked, not the chicken, meaning it came in a regular bowl and not the tortilla shell bowl. I suppose the chicken was probably naked too, though it could have had clothes on when they killed it. I cannot say for certain.