My BMI Is Too High
Yesterday, I had a physical with my new doctor. I haven’t been to a doctor for a check-up in a couple of years, so I figured it was time.
The part I dread most is…being weighed. I know I’ve gained a few pounds over the past several months. I can tell because my clothes are a little tight. It was nothing I was too concerned about, figured I’d exercise a little more and eat a little less and I’d be ok.
Whenever I get weighed by someone else, I tell them to record the number but not tell me, because I just don’t want to know. It’s almost always a number I’m not going to like, so I just don’t want to know. I have a pretty good idea what I weight based on the size clothes I wear and how they fit me, so I thought. Well, curiosity got the best of me yesterday and I caved and asked what the number was. I was shocked and totally bummed out that it was as high as it was. I was truly thinking a number that was about 15-20 lbs. less.
Talking to anyone about their weight is a touchy subject, but I have to say, my doctor handled it in a very nice, professional way. I was in no way insulted, offended or anything like that…she just said she doesn’t really agree with the whole BMI (Body Mass Index) thing, but that she has to talk to me about it, and….mine is too high. Apparently, for my height, my BMI should be under a 25, mine is at 27, and that puts me in the “overweight” category. I was shocked, I really didn’t think of myself as overweight! What a wake-up call! I knew I had gained a little, but it just made me feel bad knowing that my BMI now classifies me as overweight.
By the way, this is a recent photo of me from January 2014, and I don’t think I’m overweight…so I don’t know about this whole BMI business.
I’m not panicking or binge dieting or anything though. I know what to do to get back down to where I should be. I know my eating habits could be better and I know I could exercise more for sure. So I will. That’s all. I don’t know how much stock I put into that whole BMI thing, but it did bother me and certainly opened my eyes to the reality of the situation.
So, I guess it’s time for a little less Nutella and a little more time on the treadmill. It’s going to be ok.