Everyday we wake up subconsciously with numbers running through our heads. It’s the way we measure how healthy we really are. The number on the scale, BMI, LBM, blood pressure, sugar levels, body measurements… just to name a few. How many people live this way by knowing all this information, and who goes through life just winging it?
( The heaviest I have ever been 264 pounds – January of 2016 )
I can tell you every single stat of mine, but would that matter? Some say yes and others say no.
My “perfect” number on the scale is 159.2 lbs. According to my BMI and LBM break-down. I feel the most comfortable when the scale read 162-165. Now, you’re going to say that’s only three to six pounds. Personally, those three to six pounds make such a huge difference on my height and body frame. My blood pressure is in the normal range and sugar levels are great too.
My measurements are bigger than what “average” be. Those I will keep private for now, but I’m sure I’ll post them later down the road on another post.
The only time in my life that I didn’t care when I gained weight was when I was pregnant both times. I had pre-eclampsia. (A pregnancy complication characterized by high blood pressure and signs of damage to another organ system- most often liver and kidneys.) The second time I was pregnant I got it worse and had to be put on bed-rest. I took snacking and binge watching Netflix to the extreme. I probably gained over 30 pounds the last pregnancy. Since I had it twice I am at a 5% increase in having a heart attack or stroke in the next 5-10 years.
I’m a MaMa. I want, need, to be here for my boys and my husband. Honestly, my husband gets upset when I bring it up, but it’s my reality. I believe that was my wake up call. If I continue to keep going the way I am. I’ll leave my kids motherless and that scares the crap out of me.
My BMI is high enough that I could qualify to get weight-loss surgery covered by insurance. That’s not something to be proud of.
I just turned 30 the end of last year, and I know my metabolism is not what it used to be in my teenager and early twenties, but I wish it would kick back in. If you tell me losing weight is manageable I can give you an excuse on why it’s not.
Funny story (now)- The other day I tried on my size 14 jeans. I was so excited they were able to zip and button, but I have a little more work to do since my muffin top was hanging over. Later in the day I was typing my first health and fitness blog and my other jeans split around my right thigh front to back. I was mortified, but didn’t let it be known. I chalked it up to having the jeans for the last eight years and the thighs kept rubbing together at my heaviest so they finally gave up the fight on the wear and tear. So I “laughed” it off.
That was my “rock bottom” reality check. I knew that I have to change in that moment, but did my head follow my heart??? Nope, I’m either eating the crappiest food or snacking here and there and not eating actual meals. I started to wear my FitBit Charger again on Monday, and it became an eye opener and not in a good way. The highest I’ve been in jeans was a size 24 – before my recent pregnancy I was a size 13-14 – after pregnancy size 20. I’m hoping, this weekend, when we go camping that something will snap and I’ll do more walking and really start to becoming more healthy conscious.
I’m human and will continue to do everything by trial and error. I hope that if you’re reading this and can relate – YOU’RE NOT ALONE!
I want to hear from you’s…leave a comment… Have you ever contemplated weight-loss surgery? What was your “rock bottom” moment? Did you overcome it?
♥– Theresa Rose