Diary of a Fat Chick: New York City Adventure... Part 1

This blog was supposed to be one girl's diary through weight loss. It's funny that as I look back on what was written six months ago that I feel like this was a different person, and yet she has not changed.

The last entry was Day 7. 1 Week. Also, at the end of that Day 7 post I asked anyone that reads to stay tuned because the next day was my first official weigh in. Obviously, it didn't go well, and I honestly can't remember what happened.

What I do know is that I fell off that wagon and I am still sitting here writing this as a fat chick. That's okay though because Day 7 was one of my 100 reasons to lose 100 pounds, and oddly enough that reason was travel. I had so many reasons why my weight kept me from traveling, but about two months ago I decided to quit my bitching and start living my life, and stop waiting until I was skinny to do it.

So here is my story of my New York Adventure, as a fat chick... I hope you enjoy.

I flew out of my hometown of Dallas, Texas on Tuesday Morning. It was near 100 degrees, and as humid as the bowels of hell. I was so nervous that I couldn’t sleep the night before (well sleep has been an issue lately, but that is for another time), and I couldn’t eat anything the day of. As my plane took off, I felt some of my fear leave me being back on the runway. I was finally excited.

About three hours in, the pilot told us we were making our initial descent into New York. I stared anxiously out of the window, just waiting. Finally, the clouds parted and the first thing I saw was Lady Liberty. Smaller than I had imagined in my head, but still beautiful. I immediately started to cry. I had done it. I had faced my fears and now I was in New York City. I couldn’t wait to get off of that plane and get going.

The 1st View of NYC

It took about an hour to get off of the plane, get outside, get an uber (highly recommended over a taxi), sit through traffic and get to our hotel. I went with my brother, who was on his first real vacation too. We got to the Hotel and I was ready to hit the streets immediately. It took some persuasion, but I finally convinced my brother to walk from our hotel to time square. His condition was that he wanted to eat Chipotle. A little bit of home (his favorite place to eat) to make the transition easier.

I was happy to agree. Everything started out smooth. When walking the two or three blocks to where the nearest Chipotle was (the blocks are so short in NYC) and we came across the road completely blocked off due to the President of the US being in town. Luckily, the restaurant was on the side of the street we were already on, and so we had no problems getting in to eat. (Also it was super empty because of everyone waiting for the POTUS)

Good Maps stated that from our Hotel (3^rd AVE and 51^st St.) Times Square was about a twenty-minute walk. This didn’t seem very far to me. But, as it turned out, for a Texas girl that is used to driving everywhere, and who is easily 100 pounds overweight, it is really too far. Though we did walk it, and eventually (after multiple stops to rest) we were in the center of Times Square.

Sitting in the center of Times Square

At that moment, when we got there and found a place to sit down, I didn’t like it. There were people everywhere, it was hot, I was exhausted, and I felt like I had wasted a walk. The only store we went into was the M&M store, which was once again crowded beyond your wildest imagination. We decided pretty quickly to just go back to the hotel. Now the time is around 4 in the afternoon, and the traffic is so terrible that it would be way too expensive to take a Taxi back to the hotel. We decided to give the Subway a shot. I think I should have thought this through a little longer before walking down those stairs.

All I knew was that we needed to take the E train. I didn’t think to check to see which way it was headed. We walked down the stairs, and then down another set of stairs to where the E train ran. At this point, I didn’t even realize that the subway openings were specific as to which direction. I just walked down the first one that we saw at Times Square. I then proceeded to have a panic attack.

The subway was Hot (we were two stories underground), there were tons of people, I didn’t know where I was going, and my phone has no service that far underground. I had to get out. I know that I only wasted $2.75 by not getting on the train (which as it turned out was the right train) but I still feel bad that I just could not handle it at the moment. So we instead walked a million blocks back to our Hotel and called it a night. As I lay in my bed on that first night, I actually wanted to go home.