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Weigh-In #1



I am now 217.4 lbs.
My BMI is 30.3, so I am still obese.

I was at one point this week 216.2 but I bet you can guess what happened. Yep. Those cookies on Thursday turned it to 219 by the next morning. I am reading Jillian Michael's new book about metabolism. It should help. It was the first time I've seen lithium in a food book. I've heard all sorts of urban lore from first-hand experiences that lithium increases weight and makes you keep it on. I don't believe it, because I've listened to my Dr.'s but there is always that nagging 'this can't work' at the back of my brain.

I found a new site. BMI for Females I think I will use this site from now on. It seems more accurate since additional measurements are taken into account. Also, I may just be paranoid but it seems to me that the graphs are skewed. Recommended weights for women in thick of average heights seem to be a good 5 to 10 pounds more than those that start getting over 5'9". What, the cushioning wouldn't help US more when we fall from our loftier heights? All I know is that when I was 155 pounds and running 6 miles a day to get away from the hurt of a broken heart and forcing myself to eat, I looked like a skeleton and still only fit into a size 8 or 10. My ribs were showing, and my ribcage wouldn't let me zip up a size 8 dress. So, I don't know how all those models that are 6' tall fit into size 2. Rant over. I'm still shooting for 170 pounds and my BMI will be healthy. Ha.

Anyway, at this new site it gives you % body fat, not BMI. It tells me I am a disgusting 43.15% fat and at >32.0% I "need work". Duh. I knew that. I knew that before I ran my BMI. Which was a slap in the face telling me I'm obese. But 43% fat? Yuck.

I did well at a restaurant which thankfully marks it's healthiest selections. It felt good to be eating steamed broccoli and sipping lemon water. And-for once in my life-not because I was feeling self righteous. But because I felt those healthy times in my life coming back, and I realized I was happy. Not deprived, manic, control freaked or witchy. How did you do last night?
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  1. AnonymousJanuary 20, 2010 at 6:57 PM

    I love getting sides of veggies...I just learned the other month that Olive Garden will add any of their veggies to their pasta if you ask! :D

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