I've been reading the Prior Fat Girl blog. She has guest bloggers write every once in a while. Jen and Elle reflected on what it was like to remember being obese. To remember not being able to shop in stores like Express, not being able to sit in an airplane seat, not being able to fit in an airplane bathroom, to fear swimming, to have to turn sideways to get into a bathroom stall, to feel comfortable in only black clothes, and being the fattest girl in the room.
I am not the fattest girl in the room. I could always fit comfortably (well as comfortable as one can be) in an airplane seat. I've never had to turn sideways to fit into a bathroom stall. I still love swimming. I wear a size 10 in pants at stores like Express. Most days, I feel like I look good in my clothes. I'm not saying this to be like, "HA! At least I'm not as pathetic as those girls were!" I'm saying this because I know if I were continue on the unhealthy path I was on, eating the way I did, and not getting enough exercise, I would have gotten to the point where I would have known what it was like to be obese and have those everyday struggles happen to me.
You see, I'm on the edge of overweight. My BMI is 25.8, my body fat percentage is around 30%, and before I started on this journey, I weighed somewhere between 180-183 pounds. I weigh 175.5 right now, as of this morning. There, I said it. Not that anyone subscribes to my blog, but just putting that out there is a big step for me. I don't want to be obese, I don't want to be overweight, and I don't want to be horribly skinny. I simply want to be a healthy, confident, beautiful woman who lives a healthy lifestyle of eating right and exercising regularly. I want to be that way for the rest of my life.
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