Fat Flight Part 2

Okay so I didn't sleep in the days leading up to my flight.  I got up extra early, had planned my entire trip on the train to the airport and back.  I knew which tickets I was getting and which buses and trams I was to take to get to the Health Clinic.  So I check in the day before, looking over the seating arrangements and thinking well Ill take this seat because I suppose it will have to do.  Plus its an aisle seat and plus the two next to me were empty at the time.  I went dressed like I was heading to a very important meeting.  Which I was of course and off I went on train one.  Made my way to check ins by navigating the airport like Ive done it a million times before.  Got to the check in kiosk to print my boarding pass and the stupid thing tells me to go to the counter.  Great have I been deemed a fat flight already and Ive not even got a boarding pass, fortunately no this wasn't the case.  The machine was being sensitive about the information I gave it.  Armed with my boarding pass, roller carry on bag and confidence.  I made my way through security and on the other side, begun to prepare myself for the flight.  Toilet stop first, clothing and smell check second.  Perfume not too over powering, body odour nil and I'm comfortable with my clothing arrangement.  Take out a book to read and have this ready for when I'm on the plane and seated check.  I make my way to the gate and take a seat, looking around for any other possible fat pax to feel a tad comfortable.  But no I didn't so continued to exude confidence and sat down to read my book.  Time to board and I'm so nervous.  I reach my designated seating and there is a young woman seated next to the window.  I greet her and place my book down, place my roller trolley in the above storage, arrange my seat belts so that they are reachable when I sit and then I arrange my clothing one more time and then go to take my seat and ahhh its not as bad as I imagined it to be.  I am a tad over what is required but I am by no means too huge that I need the arm rest up and just as I'm seated the remaining middle seating passenger arrives and I get up to allow him through.  Middle aged gentleman who luckily can fit between us.  He sits and then I sit back down, conscious of the fact I don't want his space to be invaded by my arms or bum.  I ask him if he's okay and make sure I'm not encroaching and then I wait for a hostess to ask for an extender.  The perfect time is when they are closing the over head storage doors.  Excuse me love I say, can I have a belt extender please in the most manageable way I can.  She arrives back and hands me the belt discreetly and professionally.  So technically I am away, done and dusted thinking why was I losing sleep over this.  I'm here and on the flight and its going to be okay.