oh my god I can't believe I'm actually posting about this

[fahye]

I weighed myself this morning for the first time since our BMI clinical lab in first year, and I'm at 61kg (134 pounds)*. Which...is basically what I vaguely remember weighing two years ago, so hurrah consistency! Hopefully another few weeks of puffing away on the bike in front of NCIS will shave off another couple of kilos -- not that I am at all unhappy with the way I look at the moment, but there's a very nice dress that I bought in my freakish exercise phase in 2006 and I'm pretty sure if I can get down to 58kg or so then it might actually fit me again.

CLOTHING: it's the only motivation I really have, despite an extensive education in the health benefits of exercise. Sad but true.

*For context: I'm 1.68m tall, which is about 5'6".

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And now I promise not to talk about my weight again unless it is along the lines of 'woe is me, the Christmas feast has slayed me, I will never move my bulk again'.

Which is quite likely: we've ordered the turkey and the ham and the tiny Nurnberger sausages, and Dad is planning some kind of stuffing extravaganza and a detailed wine list. Mum and I are currently soaking dried fruit in apple brandy and spices, soon to be mixed with roasted hazelnuts and chopped dark chocolate and bits of honeycomb, then stirred into decadently expensive vanilla icecream and refrozen until Christmas lunch.

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White Collar AU has hit 4000 words. Still no plot. Still not very good. But god, it's fun :D

"You said it yourself, I'm a bad shielder. You got through sometimes; you saw glimpses of me."

"Where's this going, Neal?"

--Peter! Eyes on the road!

Peter slammed on the brakes. That cab had not been there two seconds ago. New York was full of irresponsible drivers.

A wide-eyed Neal was clutching at his bagel as though it were the security codes for the Louvre. "Jesus Christ. I'm telling Elizabeth that you should let me drive. She loves us too much to see us perish in a traffic accident."

"She loves me."

"Sure." Neal sounded smug.

Comments

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Actual weighing tends to happen -- yeah, only every couple of years. I keep track of what my body's doing by whether certain bits of clothing fit or not, and I adjust my chocolate consumption or go for a few long walks accordingly.

As far as HEALTH is concerned, the only direct risk is with unhealthy levels of abdominal obesity; the rest of it is correlation stuff, eg. overweight tends to be associated with unhealthy eating habits, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, lack of cardiovascular fitness, diabetes, etc. But if you haven't got any of those problems then I say be whatever weight you damn want.

And although BMI is handy as far as classification and research goes, it's a shoddy measure to work with because it doesn't take body composition into account; GPs really should be encouraged to use waist-hip ratios and body fat percentages.

Er, I imagine you were not looking for an information dump when you commented. SORRY. This is what happens; I'm on holiday and my medical knowledge is confused at the lack of use, so it comes bounding to the fore like an eager puppy.

[themis.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, it's cool! I mean this in the sense that info dumps are fine and that it's cool you have so much knowledge at your finger tips.

And I don't have weight problems or health problems (at least, not health problems related to weight) probably because I've weighed roughly the same since I was, uh, 16. But bodies are so different, you know? So, like, I'm 5'2" and ~130 pounds which puts me at basically a size 4 (depending on the clothing, of course). But that could easily be so different: Louise Brooks was my height and weighed 106, and thought herself fat when she gained 20 pounds. I mean, that was 50 years ago, but I my aesthetic reference points are all <50 years ago anyway.

Other people tend to know how it could be different and I am like "whuh? bone structure!! proteinum . . ." I guess it's neat that we are all so different from each other, it just makes it difficult for me to have a physical reference point for other people or to parse information about them. (Mostly because I stop at "they are larger than I am", haha, and that is generally sufficient.)

Ugh, this comment is so incoherent. I meant what I said about weight puzzling me, clearly.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean about bodies being different, certainly -- I am a size 12 in pants, 10 in dresses and 8-10 in tops (er, I think you subtract 4 to get US sizes?) and there are a lot of things I look good in and a lot that I just can't wear EVER because I am completely the wrong shape, and that's true for most people I know. Weight as a concept and dress size as a concept can, I think, have very little to do with a) how good you look, and b) how good you feel.

Like. I would look ridiculous under a certain weight, because I have hips like whoa and they need a certain amount of padding not to look stupid and bony and disproportionate.