What qualifies as a healthy weight? How do we or they (the they that figures and makes charts of what we should weigh) decide what is the correct weight for a person to weigh? These are important questions for those of us on the weight-loss pilgrimage in search of health.
I know that I am talking a lot about what the naysayers heaped upon my, already weary from my journeys, plate, but there is always something to learn even from those who might sling mud in your face. If only that we won’t stand near such a person again. I have always been of a mind that you have to examine your position and beliefs from a skeptic’s point of view. If you don’t or can’t answer their questions, then do you “REALLY” believe what you say? I do not think it is ever wise to just surround yourself with those people who think exactly like you do. As my father is fond of saying, “If we all agree, all the time on every point, then some of us are not necessary.” I agree with him on this even when I do NOT like what is being said to me.
So, I have pondered on the naysayer’s thoughts, comments, and attacks. Today, I am looking back over the span of my life and using my own body and that of my mother as my guide for what is a healthy weight for me.
In the opening photo collage, you see me in the middle as I was as a very young person weighing in at a hefty 115 to 118 pounds most days. At that time in my life 120 pounds was considered FAT! What the young Shonnie would have said if she had been told she would be morbidly obese — she would have told you that you were crazy. She was an exercise instructor at a health club at the time the middle picture was taken. She could not grasp the concept that things could happen to a person beyond their control where their own body would become their worst enemy. Young Shonnie would have looked at Obese Shonnie and told OB Shonnie that she was OUT of control. Then, she would have proceeded to point out the simple fact that all OB Shonnie needed to do was work harder and eat less, and then, she wouldn’t be in such terrible risk with her health.
The other thing you see from the middle photograph is that Shonnie does NOT have big bones and her body frame was NEVER meant to hold such weight as she has carried for so long.
NOTE: ****I am NOT trying to regain my youthful figure! Weighing in at 115 to 118 pounds would have me looking, for real, like a crack whore! YIKES! I can skip that if you don’t mind.****
I am extremely excited about how much my picture from November has me looking like a mature version of myself. I can see the woman I expected to see these days, not the bloated pained woman of last year. I like that.
When you look at the second collage of photos you see better how lean and slight my frame is beneath the layer of fat that covers it still. The second in the series is of me when on my honeymoon with Mike. I considered 130 to be fat at this time. You can see, even after two children, the 120s does not look bad on me. It is not too skinny for me if I should wish to lose that far–in point of fact, it would have me squarely inside the center of my BMI scale. My sister has NEVER left the 120s for the majority of her life, and she does NOT look haggard or like a crack whore. The photo of me from last Christmas is so very painful. It was buried deep in my stack of photos that were never to be seen. Yet here I am showing the horrid pictorial evidence of my obesity to you all. As painful as the evidence may be, I believe it is important to make myself look at where I have come from as I make my decisions about where I am going.
Looking at my sister and my mother, I can garner what weight would look good and be healthy for my body. My sister is a touch shorter than I am, so weighing in her 120 range is probably too slight for me, even though it looked good on me in my 20’s. My mother is 20 years older than me and about the same height so her range of 143 to 150 is more where I feel I should shoot, even though when she was my age she barely weighed 130 if that much. After years of being morbidly obese. I do not feel that pushing to the ideal weight of 130 would look all that great on me — so vanity says no. My doctors felt that my goal was a good, reasonable, attainable, and maintainable. It will also maximize my ability to manage my health for many years to come. That excites me … A LOT!
Just in case you are wondering … I’m not soliciting advice about my weight goal … I am totally good. 😀
I’ve been trapped inside a torture chamber that I could not escape for many years … I am so very excited about my life these days. I have such a hope for the future. Life’s good.
Blessings … S