I checked out my BMI again today. I don't sweat this stuff, and in one sense just as well because I have been morbidly obese for many years.
What did this mean? Well, I got used to the discomfort. Like the frog in the pot heating on a stove, little by little moving got to be more of a struggle, and staying still more of an attractive option. My life became imperceptibly more and more limited. All the things I enjoyed, barring reading, became more difficult. And I spent a lot of time in the house, and in my favorite chair. And... The kitchen.
I was remarking to my niece yesterday, fat seems to have its own force field.
Anyway, I have lost a lot of fat. A lot! And I am still obese. Not morbidly obese, and, Sparkers, just a couple of kilos from overweight.
When I get to overweight, I am going to be pleased. Really pleased! And then, by May, I reckon to be at a healthy BMI.
Thinking of this, the first time I was assessed as overweight has come back to me. I had suffered an injury that proved to be life altering. It was very difficult to recover and I still suffer from the many effects. I hadn't really seen the weight as one of the effects, but just writing this I understand it certainly was.
Anyway, the jock at the rehab gym with the fat calipers didn't know or care about that. He said, now I think, with some surprise, 'you're overweight!' you need to lose... Can't remember how much, but only a few kilos, I was just on the cusp of overweight.
I was annoyed. With him. And I thought, not the weight thing again! I've had enough of that! I'm not going to bother with that now, I've got other things to worry about.
Oh, Sparkers, if only! If only I had known better, if only he had been more encouraging and motivating. If only he had said, 'Not to worry, we'll soon sort that out.' If only someone had said, 'This injury is going to slow you down, you need to plan to maintain your fitness, it will really help your recovery. Here's how we're going to do it.' But noone did, and nor did I.
Anyway, a lot of learning later, I am on the cusp of overweight again. Soon I will be heading down to that other cusp, where I was in 1992.
And then...Yay for Fifi!