To clarify, I do not come from a small people... We are large and we are sedentary. Our family motto involves shutting up our inner children with cookies. Which, is not to say I'm massively overweight, but at 05'-10" a solid 250lbs, I'm definitely a big guy. But since I go to the gym 3-5 times a week, I like to think I'm SOLID MUSCLE... with a fleshy protective coating. So, I drove up to Wisconsin two weekends ago to visit family and hit up the county fair. An awesome time was had, much fun... much food. And then came the rides. I love carnival rides. SO much fun. Until... There was this one ride... It was a doozy and it involved those big U-shaped harnesses that swing down from overhead. We all hopped in, settled into our seats, pulled down the bar and then... Well... Apparently mine didn't go down far enough. So I found myself faced by a strapping young man who needed me to make sure I was as far back as possible, that I couldn't pull it any closer and... If I was willing to let him have a go. The ride, was fun. The fact that my entire row of people couldn't get out of their restraints at the end was awkward... But really, the only thing that really sucked was when that first strapping young man was joined by a second and both put their full strength into pushing that restraint bar down on me, quickly and sharply crushing my balls. THAT made me nauseous. Of course, I should use this as motivation to lose a bit of weight, but my boyfriend adores me bigger. And I remember being thin and miserable. Heck... I'm happy and comfortable with my body which is something a LOT of people can't say. But... I dunno. I feel like perhaps I should take this as a sign. I love roller coasters and I don't want to give them up. Figured this isn't one of my typical social networking sites and when it comes to something like this, I'd rather ask strangers than friends. What would you do?