Last weekend, I was showing the bf the BMI Project to more completely illustrate to him what complete hooey BMI is.
To further my point, I decided to guestimate my own BMI. I know I’m about a size and a half bigger than I was in the mid-summer when I was lasted weighed at a doc’s visit. I don’t keep a scale in the house, so I don’t know exactly how much I weigh. This summer, I fell into the “normal” part of a woman’s weight range for my height. A size and maybe a little more bigger… and I am near obese. The bf nearly choked on his own tongue. I got the usual, “You don’t look like that!!” Yeah, well neither did a lot of the folks in the BMI project look like their classification. 😉 He then went on to make sure I wasn’t completely crushed by this discovery and still felt cute and sexy. He’s a real keeper – no doubt.
The next day I was a) a little shocked that I wasn’t completely devasted to be some small percentage from obese and b) I was a little scared. Why scared? Well… many reasons – most of them not good ones.
In the past, when I was weight/thin obsessed and saw fat as a moral issue, learning something like this could cause some major binging, depression and wearing sweats every day. I went through a day of being a bit nervous about potential irrational reactions on my part. A little voice in my head popped up to remind me that FAT IS SO UNHEALTHY… ZOMG!! Fortunately, I was able to challenge it quickly and effectively.
Today, I am relieved to be free of the scam that is BMI. Number me however you want, you ignorant, pseudo-science, “health” measure. I am still me. I am still awesome. I am beautiful and smart and caring. I am the pet lover who walks her cats several times a day. I am the girl who loves to throw out bizarre non-sequitors in awkwardly silent moments to lighten the mood (for example… “ummm… when I was older…. (fades to confused murmur…)” LOL). I am still a living being of value. I am still loveable and worthy of respect. Nothing has changed except for what some closed-minded and otherwise ignorant folks who are hung-up on the BMI scam will think of me… and why do I care what they think anyway? Right! I don’t!
The really neat bit is that I feel a whole lot healthier than I did over the summer AND I’M FATTER. Don’t you know that fat is unhealthy? Well, I feel way healthier. I have way more energy, hunger isn’t nearly as urgent when hunger happens and I feel more sturdy in terms of me not getting colds/flu all the time. Either there are less bugs going around or my immune system has improved. I’m betting on the improvement.
I used to have this phobia of fat (like many people do) where if I was anywhere near the “obese” category that I couldn’t possibly be sexy, beautiful or cute. It is funny to me that some years ago that if you had told me that I would be this fat that I prolly would’ve considered suicide, but, today, I feel sexier than I ever have in my entire life. It’s funny how that works.
My “professional” recommendation (yeah… I know… I’m finance professional, but still 😉 ) is to love your fat and give BMI and weight charts (and their ridiculous ilk) the finger.