Like the majority of women in America, my weight has fluctuated since I was in high school. Since I’ve given birth twice in that time, it’s fluctuated wildly. Growing a human is hard work, man! In my case, it required bean and cheese burritos and fries. Hmmm … I don’t really wonder why I gained such a huge amount when pregnant with my eldest daughter.
My weight over the last decade and a half has ranged from 115 pounds as a vegetarian 16-year-old swimmer to number that started with two the day I gave birth to my first daughter, and everything in between. I’ve dealt with the stigma of being heavy and the contempt of others when I was thin and fit. It seems like you just can’t win as a woman sometimes.
Here’s the thing that I’ve learned with all the crazy weight gains and losses -- as long as you feel good both physically and emotionally, then screw everybody else. Seriously. You can’t make some people happy. I remember getting dirty looks ordering a cheeseburger as a 180 lb. new mom as clearly as I remember the “you’re sooooo lucky!” comments when I was training for a half marathon and carefully counting my calories. Both were disturbing.
In a culture where Jennifer Lawrence is considered a fat actress, yet we’re supposed to support obesity awareness and/or discrimination, it’s hard to figure out what weight we’re supposed to be. Are overweight people national security risks, or just comfortable in their own bodies? Are skinny people the healthy ones, or are they just hungry bitches?
Here’s my advice when it comes to maintaining a healthy weight: Do what’s right for you to feel good about yourself, and screw everybody else. There’s a whole range of healthy weights out there, and no one can tell you what’s right except for you. Well, maybe your doctor. I’d definitely recommend listening to your doctor if you have weight-related health issues.
The perfect weight is the one that allows you to feel good about yourself and keep up with your kids. It involves exercise, but only you can decide if you’re a marathoner or someone who enjoys an early morning or evening walk. It involves food choices, but there’s nothing wrong with ordering bacon with your omelet.
I’ve found a mostly happy medium regarding my own weight. Sure, I wish I were a bit thinner … but I like cheese too much. And bread. And enchiladas. Dang it, I’m hungry again. Better schedule a run tomorrow -- because bacon.
Are you happy with your weight? Do you think there’s a right or wrong weight?