Travelling overweight is not impossible. No matter your weight, shape, age, travelling is a lot of fun, the best gift you can give to yourself. Don’t let your fears stop you.
I have always been super-conscious of my weight. I fear that people write me off as a person and only see the kilos. Why? Because that’s what I do on the inside. I used to see and focus on my fat and not on my soul.
But the more I discovered who I am (see previous post about the Joys of Journalling), the more I realised that I’m wasting opportunities to have fun, to make memories.
On a recent holiday my brother made a video of me walking down a fairly difficult, rocky path. He was bored because after he walked down like a gazella, I took my time. Inside, I felt like a big giant troll, who has no coordination, no fitness level, no right to be there. On the video, it looked like someone being very afraid of falling, and very little trust in her balance.
I thought that was a pretty good summary of how I live. (Still, even after making huge progress.) I am afraid I’m not strong, flexible, balanced enough. I let this fear hold me back. I let this fear stop me from loving myself the way I am. Overweight and all.
In the past, it felt like I was telling myself the same that some others told me: “I’ll love you but only after you lost some weight.”
I expanded this:
“You can’t go hiking/tours/flying because you’re fat. You won’t be able to do it.”
I developed actual panic attacks from walking on a bridge or glass floors, thinking I’m too big for them to hold me. I never used to have problems with heights but I started to think engineering is not prepared for me.
It’s time to change this. Time to believe that travelling overweight is not impossible. No matter my weight, shape, age, travelling is the best gift I can give to myself. Instead of letting my fears stop me, it’s time to stop them.