Tuesday, January 19, 2010
At a Weight Watchers meeting earlier this month I sat by a woman who asked me many questions about my weight loss journey. I shared with her several of my favorite recipes, products, and ways to earn activity points. At one point she commented that because she had a delicate frame she was concerned that WW wouldn't work for her, but now that she saw that it worked for me, who she considered likewise petite and small boned, it just might. I certainly wanted to encourage her, but my head was spinning!
Me. Petite?? Small boned??? When I was growing up I remember weight charts with three columns: one for small framed people, a second for medium framed people and a third for those with a heavy frame, also known as "Big Boned." My relatives from sturdy German peasant stock all assured me that I was as big boned as they come. I had always thought of myself as extremely Big Boned. I got my growth early and in 5th and 6th grade I think I would have convinced an alien that I was a different species from the other kids in my class. I was a head taller and twice as wide!
Recently when my doctor gave me the results of my bone density test she said she'd never seen anyone my age with bones so strong. I commented that I'd never missed a nutrient and she smiled, but assured me that bones like mine had to be hereditary. So here it was recently confirmed. I am Big Boned.
But here this lovely woman saying I am petite like her. I look at her delicate wrist. I look at mine. Well, maybe there was a time when I was Big Boned.