Last night we went to an Eugene Emerald's baseball game. My seat happened to be next to a woman who was quite big. Whenever I find myself in stadium seats or movie theater seats, I'm always so happy to discover that I now fit with room to spare. I couldn't help notice, however, that the woman next to me was spilling out of her seat. As the game progressed, she commented about how uncomfortable she was. I agreed that the seat was not super comfortable, but my discomfort came from the fact that the seat was hard plastic and my not-so-padded behind offerred no cushion between the plastic and my fanny bones. We chatted a bit during the three-hour game and she mentioned she'd gone bowling that day and taken her dogs for a walk. I realized at some point that she was seeing me as a thin person and she was very mindful of how large she was. She wanted me to know that she wasn't lazy. She'd been exercising, after all. I wished there was some way to work into the conversation that I used to be fat so she wouldn't feel weird around me, but it didn't come up.
The game was fun. The Ems won 11-0. And I got a good reminder of where I came from and where I hope never to return to.