I hate that word. Yes, I am over the weight I’m carrying, thank you very much. Thank you for putting a label on me! I suppose it’s better than obese, a category I was classified as being under not so long ago. But seriously, overweight? I detest the word especially after how hard I’ve worked.
Yesterday we had health check ups at work. I had my waist measured by the nurse and it was apparently 81cm. 81cm?? What tape measure are you using lady, as a couple of weeks ago at my last PT check-in I was 77cm! And I haven’t put on any weight! Granted, I’m a little bloated at the moment though, grrr… But in any case, I chose to ignore her. She joted the evil number on my form and ticked the ‘overweight’ box. Then she quipped, “The healthy range is a waist measurement of less than 80cm, so you’re almost there!”. Mmm, thanks for that nursey. I just smiled, took my form and hid the offensive number in a folder on my desk.
When I look at the healthy weight range for women of my height it says 57kg – 71kg. So, if I’m really 77cm around the waist (shut it nursey, I am!) and weigh 78kg then what does that mean? I’m kinda, sorta, semi-overweight?
Basically, I don’t think we can be defined by numbers or measurements. I refuse to be defined by a number. I know that I’m strong and fit and working my way towards an ideal weight range for ME, one that I have decided on, not one that has been decided for me. And that’s all I need to know. Rant over.