It’s official. I’m about 100 lbs overweight according to all the BMI charts. For MY personal comfort level within my own skin and my clothes, I’ll own about 75 lbs overweight. And either way it sucks. Yeah, according to some chart that floats between an Army orderly room and the vapors of the internets, I’m considered obese. But you know what? It does NOT define me.
You see, while I’m officially fat, my “health numbers” are all good, with the exception of my cholesterol. That’s been high my entire life and I’m pretty sure it’s probably gone DOWN in the last 6 years even though my weight has gone up. But that’s because I make better choices in food. I don’t fry anything anymore. I don’t overdo sweets or fats. I eat vegetables everyday. I eat fruit quite frequently. I drink water. I’ve managed to pack on the pounds mostly because I moved to the US.
In Texas, you drive almost everywhere. You know that song with the lyrics, “Nobody Walks in L.A.?” That’s pretty much the truth in Arlington, TX, too. Unless you don’t own a car yet. You certainly aren’t going to ride a bus unless you are leaving the city from the university campus. For some reason, usually tied to air pollution from exhaust of city buses, they keep voting down public transportation. And that reason is stupid since all the city buses in neighboring Fort Worth and Dallas are powered by natural gas.
In Egypt, I walked EVERYWHERE. We did not own a car. The beach was 1 mile away. We walked. School? 2.5 miles away. We walked. Nearest supermarket? 2 miles away. We walked. Nearest bus stop to get downtown? 1 mile away. We walked. During the school year, I walked the boys to school 2.5 miles away and came back through the open-air market on my walk back home. Put away the groceries, started laundry, woke up the girl, walked her to school (girls middle school was in the afternoon in the same building as the boys’ grade school) and then walked the boys back home. Made dinner. Walked back up to the school to pick up the girl and walked home.
I was still fat. But according to my complete heart workup at the cardiac hospital, I had the heart rate of a 35 year old. I was 44 when I had that done.
Now that I’m back in the states, I find it so incredibly easy to be lazy. I cannot afford to go to a gym or yoga class. But I know all the ways that I can exercise for free. (Weight and size battles have been an ongoing struggle my entire adult life. Not my first rodeo, Cowboy.) So really, it’s just a matter of committing to do this. And today I have.
I woke up at 0730 and had a cup of coffee this morning. I dressed and plugged my earbuds into my phone, found a great internet radio station, and I walked. I walked 1.7 miles in 30 minutes. Not a super fast pace, but it’s sure faster than sitting on the couch! And I did it.
And I feel great. And I’m going to keep doing it. And you know what else? All the Judgy McFatShamers can choke on the fact that I’m doing this because I CHOSE HEALTHY and not because of anything that they said.
MY journey of 1000 miles began today with 1.7 miles. How’s yours going to start?