July 10, 2005

BMI

I never used to think about my weight. I was one of "those" who could eat as much of whatever she wanted whenever she wanted and I didn't gain a pound. Yeah yeah. Go ahead, hate me. I'm paying my dues now.

I had to start thinking about weight for the first time while I was pregnant. In my first trimester, I ate everything that came within reach. With both hands. Every calorie stuck. When my doctor started bitching constantly lecturing me, I paid attention. For the last five months of my pregnancy, I primarily subsisted on small portions of cantelope, tomatoes and cottage cheese. I still gained weight. Lots of it. My doctor still bitched. He made me cry on a regular basis, the bastard.

I firmly believe my pregnancy weight gain was due to genetics. When my mother was pregnant with my sister, her doctor recommended she start smoking to curb her weight gain. No shit. The cigarettes didn't help her any more than my doctor's bitching helped me. We were genetically engineered to gain weight no matter what we did.

Fortunately, genetics worked in both directions. As soon as I expelled The Boy from my womb, I started losing all the weight I'd gained. That extra 70 pounds (yes you read that right---I gained 70 pounds to create a baby that weighed little over seven pounds) melted away in the same amount of time it took me to gain them: nine months. With a few notable, inevitable exceptions, things were mostly back to normal with my body.

Then somewhere in my late 30s, the shift began again. Sudden may not be the right word to describe the change, perhaps realization and acknowledgement is really what was sudden. Since then, I have had to be aware of my weight and how it relates to what I swallow. I find it rather irritating as self-discipline has never been my strongest suit.

I recently came across this equation. I don't recall exactly where. It was an article about body mass index and how to tell just how overweight one may or may not be. I can't resist a calculation, dontcha know. Here, you try it.
Divide your weight in pounds by your height in inches squared. Multiply the result by 704.5.
An index of less than 18.5 is underweight; 18.5 to 24.9 is normal; 25 to 29.9 is overweight; 30 to 39.9 is obese; 40 or more is severely obese.

So? Where do you fall?
I'll tell ya mine if you tell me yours.
Ha.

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7 comments:

Dora said...

Let's just say that mine is much higher than it needs to be. I'm working on it tho.

weese said...

clearly I am too much of a math idiot to do this equation.
none the less...I just recently came into the 'acceptable zone'
so mine is 25...(I looked on a chart)
If you like calculations.. here is one to find your Basal Metabolic Rate (how many calories you require just to 'be')

Adult female: 655 + (4.3 x weight in lbs.) + (4.7 x height in inches) - (4.7 x age in years)

Adult male: 66 + (6.3 x body weight in lbs.) + (12.9 x height in inches) - (6.8 x age in years)

weese said...

clearly I am too much of a math idiot to do this equation.
none the less...I just recently came into the 'acceptable zone'
so mine is 25...(I looked on a chart)
If you like calculations.. here is one to find your Basal Metabolic Rate (how many calories you require just to 'be')

Adult female: 655 + (4.3 x weight in lbs.) + (4.7 x height in inches) - (4.7 x age in years)

Adult male: 66 + (6.3 x body weight in lbs.) + (12.9 x height in inches) - (6.8 x age in years)

Princess Wild Cow said...

I, too, gained an amazing amount of weight during pregnancy...65# for a 3-1/2 # baby...Premature, sure, but if I had gone full term I would surely have been Jabba the Hut for real. My BMI is 35.23...and on the Princes Wild Cow Scale of Measurement that falls into the: DELIGHFULLY RUBENESQUE!

Bent Fabric said...

22.3

paula said...

29 *hangs head on chubby little stump of neck*

But, I'm still fabulous.

;)

LutheranChik said...

I like to think of myself as possessing a warm, appealing, Paleolithic giver-goddess physique. (Translation: Moo...)

But...after I came back to my doc from my annual lab work with a 249 cholesterol count, she bit- -- I mean, advised me that I had better do something about it, so now I am eating less/differently and exercising more. So we'll see. Maybe I can become a buff, fanny-kicking goddess instead.;-)