That’s what the doctor told me at my yearly physical. She left the room and I took this photo.
According to the doctor’s scale I weigh 163 lbs. I’m just over 5’8” tall. My BMI is 24.97.
Let me chart that so you can have a nice little visual.
Yup, that’s me sitting on the border of overweight.
I’m so over this, it’s not even funny.
Any other time in my life this would have devastated me but, really, I am over it. The scale is telling me nothing I need to know nor want to know any longer.
Remember last month when I posted this?
That was my way of virtually slapping myself in the face, and the more I do it the more over it I get.
I am in the best shape of my life. I’m 37 years old and I have no problem strapping on a pair of sneakers and running 5, even 10, miles. I can do more push-ups than my husband (don’t tell him I told you that), my physical therapist said she’s never seen better squat form, I can bench 75% of my body weight, my resting heart rate is about 55, my blood pressure is 100/68, I eat more vegetables than anyone I know and walk everywhere I possibly can averaging about 2-3 miles a day.
It’s taken me a long time to come to this realization, but all that (my overall health and fitness level) matters to me a heck of a lot more than what the scale says.
I started this blog in a very transitional time in my life. Not only did I just have a baby but I was starting to realize all I was missing out on in my singular pursuit of “skinny” — reminds me of this post (5 Reason Why Trying to Get Skinny Will Keep You Fat) I wrote like 4 years ago which reminds me of THIS post (Dieting Made me Fat – How’d I get Skinny?) I wrote 6 years ago!
I’m not sure if there are set stages to successful long-term weight loss and lifestyle changes, but if there are I’ve gone through them all. My journey looks something like this (and most of it is documented on this blog, isn’t that cool?!):
- Want to be skinny so bad I start dieting, fasting, popping pills, ANYTHING that would get to look like an airbrushed model.
- Lose weight short term only to regain even more then when I started.
- Rinse, repeat that cycle for, ohhh about 15 years.
- Have baby, realize skinny would be awesome but being a good example for my kids even better.
- Start Weight Watchers. Treat it like a class NOT like a diet. Commit to this blog and to face my feelings regardless if I lose or gain week after week.
- Lose weight for the first time in my life in a healthy way by being kind to myself, changing my diet, learning about portions and incorporating more movement.
- Go through a bit of an identity crisis. I’m skinny?!?
- Have an urge to increase my activity level and actually WANT to join a gym. Me? HA!
- Hesitantly sign up for my first 5k and fall in love.
- Take more and more classes at the gym, get over my fear of free weights.
- Continually challenge myself by signing up for more and more events.
- All through this time still making changes to my diet, which is getting cleaner and cleaner, not perfect by any means but I start to depend less and less on processed foods and products and include more and more whole foods.
- Fall in love with CrossFit and feeling strong.
- Sign up for (and win) my first competition and realize how much I enjoy physical competition.
- Go through another identity crisis. I’m an athlete?!?
- Refuse to take a step backwards to pursue “skinny” ever again.
I threw that last one in there as a direct response to my doctor and the scale. I feel great. I look great. I’m — omg I so want to curse here — rocking it.
Life is too short to care about vanity weight and really, at this point in my life, that’s the only reason I have to worry about what the scale says.
I know I still call this my “weight loss blog” because, well, that’s how it started, but really this site represents my 10-year journey of self-acceptance, confidence, and overall healthy living. I’m proud of myself and I finally have the confidence to say that so I guess it’s working. :)