I realize that I am new and all but I have to share this with you guys because I know you will fully understand. Last night my family and I, including some cousins and in-laws, all went to the Cullman County Fair. My husband, who is about a 34" waist had no problems riding anything with his cousins. I knew, and had told him before we left, that I wouldn't fit on anything. Well, he really wanted me to ride something with him and I love the Ferris Wheel, but he is afraid of heights. So, he says please ride the Scrambler. While in line, it looks like there won't be a problem because it appears quite roomy enough. So, I go ahead and step up to the ride and get in. The operator tries to close the bar and it barely makes itâ¦so I think. Well, my husband was on the side where it was supposed to lock and so I couldn't tell how far it had to go but the both of them said it was close, so I said just shove it in since it really wasn't too uncomfortable and I REALLY didn't want
to let my husband down. Well, the guy REALLY shoves the bar in and it locks and I have this crushing pain and rolls of fat are hanging out through the bar, over the top of the bar and of course lets not forget under the bar of death that I feel is choking me. I say very quickly, please undo it, I can't ride it. And then I proceed to get out of the ride and walk to the exit in front of the people waiting there in line who have been watching the whole thing. I am, of course, beet red and wanting to crawl under one of the booths behind me. My sister-in-law, whose stomach is larger than mine, watched the whole thing from behind me, because she intended to try to ride it also and I heard her tell her husband that if I didn't fit, she wouldn't either. She then told her husband to ride with my husband and he did so. Therefore, I am forced to stand there and watch them ride it while standing in front of all the people who just witnessed my prior embarassing moment. I tried so hard
not to let anyone see the tears in my eyes. I had to turn away and act like I was looking up at another ride. Then my sister-in-law told me about one time she had to get out of a bumper car because the seat belt wouldn't buckle. I then told her about how I've been researching the surgery and how I read my insurance policy and it covers it. She said she would do it too. This was the first person in my extended family I have told and I asked her to keep it to herself until I decided to tell them. Were any of you not wanting to tell people also? Why am I like that? Right now, only my husband and Mom know. Well, here is the rest of the story, as Paul Harvey would say⦠My husband KNEW I was not OK. After he got off, he just kept saying I'm sorry over and over. He then said he would ride with me on the Ferris Wheel. So we stood in line for about 20 minutes until we got almost to the front of the line, then I got too nervous that the bar would again not fit and I didn't want to
go through that again so I told my husband that, and we got out of line. He even offered to lie to everyone and said we could say that HE chickened out, but I said no. No one really said anything when we said we changed our minds. I guess they probably all figured it out. Anyway, I am more than determined now to have surgery so that by the time my 3 kids are teens, we can all ride anything together (even if I lose my lunch), instead of me standing there watching everyone else have fun! One good thing, I didn't eat anything bad for me, I passed on all the caramel apples, funnel cakes, nachos, etc, Thanks for letting me get this out, I know you guys will feel my pain.
Kimberly