Wednesday, August 29, 2007
I'm in the midst of an interesting phenomenon.
To set this up, I'll give the background that I am NOW finally about six or seven pounds heavier than I was back in 2000, when I was generally pleased about my appearance. Because of strength training that I've been doing, I'm mostly back in clothes from that era. I am however about 14 pounds away from my goal weight. To date I've lost 20 to 22 pounds, depending on what day you read the scale.
My goal weight would put me inside the healthy BMI scale, but towards the mid-high end. Getting to my Y2K weight puts me right at the high end of the BMI healthy. My goal weight is what I recall weighing my senior year in college during volleyball season--I did play intercollegiate volleyball in the late 1970s and I wasn't a lanky string bean type even then. (I should find and scan & post a picture. It would be amusing - we had horrifying uniforms.)
So, anyway, I'm eating lunch with church friends on Sunday and one of them tells me I look great. That's nice. I like that. She then goes on to eventually ask how much more weight I'm planning on losing. So I give the 14 pound answer. Well, apparently, that's too much weight! Go figure. Then I start to hear about unhealthy weight loss. So I assure them -- by then it's the whole table participating -- that my goals are reasonable. Apparently it's unreasonable to think I could get back to a college weight at least from their point of view. I go on to mention that I am six or seven pounds above my Y2K weight, and that seems to appease the group somewhat. I also mention that there's at least one dress from 2001 that I used to wear, but can no longer wear that I would like to get into. But for some reason apparently I'm supposed to stop whatever it is I'm doing. And do what? Go on maintenance?? - Gain?!?!
Some observations/ponderings -
1. I'm actually living a more reasoned and reasonable lifestyle -- regular exercise, good judgment in food selection, lots of water, attention to sleep. I feel better than I have in a long time and I'm happy with the way I feel and look.
2. Why didn't the same folks let me know that I was gaining too much weight when that has obviously been going on since I broke an arm in late 2000? Why are these folks--not all of them--comfortable telling me that I need to stop losing weight.
3. Is there something about taking charge and showing postive results that is intrinsically threatening?
So, I'm alternately amused and irritated by this incident. There's absolutely no possibility of me ever losing 'too much' weight. I simply like to eat too much. Which reminds me, I need to drink some milk and eat a piece of fruit to get my calcium and fiber goals for the day.
Anybody else reading this heard something like this from your friends?