This weekend, at a cajun festival in a little town in Texas, I rode a zip line. It was a tiny zip line over a bounce house, just like this:
But I would not have done that 65 pounds ago. And that was the whole point of getting lap band surgery. I was tired of my weight preventing me from doing things I wanted to do. I don't want to exceed the weight limit anymore. (I made my mother-in-law go check and see what the limit was before I even made up my mind. It was 240.) I don't want my size, or even just fear of being fat in public, to keep me from doing anything. Even ridiculous stuff like a bounce house zip line. Next time, I'll make sure they take pictures!