This past weekend my wife and I were in Charlottesville, VA to take a mini vacation and do some volunteer work in a neighboring town. On Sunday we decided to take in the beauty of the day and visit the Downtown Mall. If you’ve never been, it’s a really pretty, quaint town that boasts history, great shops and great food.
We decided to eat brunch outside and as we were being show to our patio table I looked in horror at the seats. They were ones that I have NEVER fit into comfortably so I knew I was going to spend the entire breakfast praying that no one noticed how much I was going to fidget to adjust my thighs and hips. They were the metal ones with woven backs and seats that come around your mid back to your hips to offer an arm. Let me reiterate: I have NEVER fit into these seats in any kind of comfort. I squeezed myself into them because it was much less embarrassing than asking for a chair without arms.
As I scooted past tables that were so close together I was sure I was going to knock someone’s drink over, I get to the dreaded chair and sat down preparing myself for the awful truth.
Ya’ll.. I fit. Not only did I fit… I actually was COMFORTABLE. I could rest my arm on the ARM of the chair and not my hip/thigh. I didn’t need to keep adjusting myself. The backs of my thighs didn’t hurt from the chair cutting into them. I could move around. I could look at the babies and the dogs and the people and I could even bend over and pick up my napkin that slid of my lap. As I sat down in the chair I had a moment of “OH MY GOSH – I FIT” and I looked at my wife who was just staring at me in awe and I began to cry.
I cried for all the times I couldn’t sit in a chair and needed to ask for a different one. I cried for all the times I was too embarrassed to try and squeeze into a chair so we had to choose a different restaurant. I cried for all the times I WANTED to enjoy a meal outside on a patio and was too afraid I wouldn’t be able to sit in the chairs so we ate inside. I cried because all of my hard work was actually paying off.
And then I cried a little more for all the women and men out there who have the exact same fears. I want to tell them there IS another way. There IS hope. There IS good and healthy food out there at restaurants that have outdoor seating with scary chairs that we can actually fit into. When I tell people that fitness changed my life, I’m not kidding.
Come sit with me. I promise you’ll be all the better for it.
See you at the Box!
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It was amazing to be there with you and see the surprise and emotion on your face. I look forward sharing the rest of this journey with you. I Love You!!!!