Today started well. I woke up, went through the usual routine of brushing my teeth, washing my face, and roused the kids from a death like slumber that only ever seems to impact on a weekday.
I wandered over to my wardrobe to get dressed, and found myself flicking through the items on display with a sense of boredom.
Then I suddenly stopped to wonder if I was ready?
I was nervous but decided to give it a go anyway.
So I headed under the bed, pushed aside the dust bunnies and yanked out my old red suitcase.
Slowly I unzipped the seal and lifted the lid, I reached in and pulled out my favourite pair of creased, battered jeans.
These jeans came with me to New York when I ran the marathon. They were on me when I found out I was pregnant with Libby-Sue.
I have not worn them since that day.
The reason as to why is obvious: they are a size 10.
Today I looked at them with a mix of love and hate, I took in a deep breath, slid my feet into the warm demin and started to pull them up my legs.
I worked them over my thighs and eased them over my backside.
Then I hauled in my tummy, pulled at the button…
….And fastened them up.
It felt so good!
Continuing the theme, for reasons I am not sure of now I thought I would check my BMI. I hated that when I went to the GP back in the winter he told be I was seriously obese.
Surely if I could squeeze my arse into a pair of size 10 jeans I must be now perceived as normal weight?
Typing the required numbers into the computer on the NHS site I waited for the interest to give me its verdict.
Obese: with a recommendation that I lose a further 25 pounds to be in the middle of normal range.
My favourite jeans cuddled my backside reassuringly, the button nestling against my core whispering that 25 more pounds could be a bit too much.
I mean, I’d look like an orange on a stick. I don’t feel like the word obese suggests?
I don’t want to be super skinny, healthy, fit and strong is the look I am aiming for. Luckily I am sensible enough to take my BMI with a pinch of salt.
I see references to BMI everywhere, signs in the doctors surgery promoting healthy BMI. How is this impacting the younger, the more vulnerable, those who strive to be in normal range?
Surely the system is broken, the calculations incorrect, the message wrong.
With a nation that battles weight problems, kids that fight eating disorders surely we should be scrapping BMI and spending more money on education of healthy eating, fostering a strong attitude towards exercise.
Do you agree, or should I just get over being obese and it the eyes of the NHS – unhealthy?