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It wasn't until I moved out and started living with four other girls that I realized that people care about weight. Growing up, I never had a scale in my house so weight never bothered me. If it were possible, I could eat almost anything without gaining weight (but let's be real. Because of my dietary issues, I have to watch what I eat). I've always been active and have eaten healthy; I never cared about how much I weighed until I came here. I went to the doctor yesterday with regards to the pain I have in my legs and as per usual, they put you on the scale to see your weight and check your height. At first, I was upset with my height: a whole two inches TALLER than I have been telling everyone (I am officially 5'8). Then I couldn't figure out how I felt about my weight. I've always lied about my weight because I never knew what it was. Turns out, gravity has a stronger pull on me than I expected.
But what's a healthy weight for a 19 year old female college student who is 5'8? Everything above 100 sounds ginormous and anything lower sounds disgusting. But there are more variables than height and age. Think about how active one is. Muscle is a lot "heavier" than fat, and let me tell you, I am rocking the six pack. Think about what you eat; think about how you feel internally. Weight doesn't really matter (unless they are doing surgery. Then it matters, because if they don't know, the anesthetic won't be correct).
All I am trying to say is don't let the idea of a number bother you. It's not a defining factor; it doesn't decide what kind of person you are. Eat well, exercise right, be happy.
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