It’s not the over-crowed airports or 9-11 that’s making me afraid of flying. I just hate it- always have, ever since I was a kid. I hate that feeling of going fast speeds in the air, with nothing but air surrounding us. And being in such a confined area is suffocating. There isn’t enough liquor to knock me out enough to make me want to fly, when traveling by car is more fun (and I don’t even care if driving takes longer).
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I like my thickness and curves, but I love to eat, and I don’t always watch my weight. I walk 3 miles a day, and I use that excuse to eat more. But that just makes me walk 3 miles the next day…well, that’s not a bad thing. Except I should be walking to be healthy, not to knock off the piece of cheese cake I ate the night before.