So, I don’t blog much on this topic, but my weight was getting a little high recently. People expect me to be curvy, so most don’t notice, but I’ve got a scale, so I can keep track of these things. I read an article on BMI and when I figured mine out I was standing on the edge and I didn’t want to topple over it.
With the Hub away it’s been easy to reduce my calories and get in a little exercise; I’ve lost about nine pounds. I still look basically the same, but I know, and I feel healthier. No one at work has noticed, but I talk to Mr. K about my weight loss victories from time-to-time.
Recently, he brought a whole new issue to light. Mr. K’s wife is too skinny. She doesn’t have an eating disorder, she’s given birth to two lovely children, and she is just too darn thin. She’s underweight according to the BMI, and if you’ve ever fooled around with that thing, you know that’s hard to do. Let me put it this way–She’s nowhere near being able to donate blood.
Mr. K says this has brought his wife to tears on occasion: everyone can be supportive if you need lose weight, but things change when you’re trying to put weight on. After the millionth person tells you that they hate you, you start to think that maybe they do.
They’ve tried everything: milkshakes, second helpings, etc. She just has an amazing metabolism. She feels unhealthy and since she burns so many calories, she sometimes feels tired and worn out too easily.
Personally, I’d rather be a little over weight than under–at least if I fall down, I know I won’t break a bone or anything. Plenty of cushion on this girl!
Food for thought (no pun intended).