Weight is a touchy subject for some people, depending on the circumstances. When someone has lost (or gained) weight and is now looking more healthy than before, then it’s usually a good thing that they (sometimes) don’t mind talking about. It’s when someone has moved in the unhealthy direction that it may become a touchy subject.
Now, I am not about to go pointing fingers at anyone, and this is my blog, so I may as well discuss my own weight and my feelings about it. After all, I can be sure of my own feelings about my weight, while I can only conjecture as to how other people might feel about theirs.
I grew up as an overweight kid. I knew I was overweight, but I was also pretty darned healthy and never really had a reason to be fitter since I was healthy (no horrible sicknesses and could still do what I wanted physically). Sure, when it came to the subject of boys, the ones I liked usually didn’t give me a second glance, probably because of my physical appearance. I wasn’t very into sports, simply because I wasn’t fast or nimble enough. I spent a lot of time reading books, studying for school, and practicing the piano. I was used to being the girl that had to make up for what she lacked in physical appearance by having the big personality and brain.
Now, don’t you go thinking that I was huge or anything. I was definitely not in the obese category, but I was certainly out of the normal category. I would put myself squarely in the overweight category through college.
It was after college that things really started to get out of hand. Having grown up heavy, I never really thought much of the fact that I would have to keep buying new clothes as I gained weight, but the problem was that I was getting older and bigger and constantly finding that my clothes didn’t fit me as well as they used to.
These days, things are different. I’m still not exactly sure of why I decided to pick up running as a hobby, but it stuck and now I’m much lighter than I used to be. I get a lot more attention from the opposite sex these days, but maybe that also has to do with my own confidence and how that comes across to others and not really my physical appearance.
I would estimate that I am now the same size as I used to be near the end of middle school (wow, that is a SCARY thought). Actually, I may now be slightly slimmer than I was then (ok, this entry gets scarier by the minute). Ha, so this means I was either YOOOGE in middle school, or I’m teeny now.
I’m thinking it’s the former.
Since I’ve been thinking about this a little lately, I wonder how it is for other people who have gone opposite me (grown up thin and plumped up over the years). It makes me wonder what people think about their weight when they see it going up. Are they afraid? Do they do something about it? Do they attribute it to just "getting old" and "that’s just how things are"? Or maybe they’re in denial and don’t really want to deal with it.
I wonder if people even think about it all? Life gets so hectic that sometimes it feels like months and maybe years pass by before a thought like that might cross your mind.
Maybe this just means I have too much time on my hands, which I probably do.
It seems like an easy equation to me, the whole calories in and calories out thing. I know it’s harder than it sounds, but it’s doable. But wait, that is a whole other blog entry.
I’m not asking anyone to share their thoughts on this topic, just sort of wondering aloud about these things…