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October 25, 2006
i'm now an adult
So tomorrow we have to publically weigh ourselves for some experiment, everyone puts down their weight and we take an average blah blah blah....Now, this would ordinarily creep the hell out of me, but I kind of have gotten over that. I rarely weigh myself, and go by "Do my clothes still fit me?" If they do, great, keep up the good work. Admittedly I was a bit perturbed by this as all the people on my course seem to be these 5ft pixies who look about 12 and probably fit into their clothes too, but then it dawned upon me that these insecure 18 year olds are going to be freaking out more so than a getting-there-confident-23-year-old. I'm comfortable with my body, I go to the gym to keep healthy both physically and mentally, not to lose weight, or change my body shape. People see what I look like everyday, so why should a number faze people so much? If you are overweight, you're going to look overweight anyway, so it'll be no surprise when you hop on the scales and your number's a high one....everybody would have guessed that anyway. The same goes for those more petit people.
Why are people so afraid of others finding out their weight, people have probably tried to guess it anyway? There's also the whole muscle/fat weight thing in that muscle weighs more, so two people of the same size may not weigh the same according to muscle density. What is so fascinating about the magic number. The same goes for clothes sizes. I've seen girls squeezed into a UK size 8 (US size 4), just to say that they wear a size 8. Never mind that the fat is bulging over their trousers, they are wearing a size 8!
I don't look at sizes much hese days as they vary so much in the clothing industry. Some days I'm a size 8, others a 12. It depends on the make and design of the item. A size 10 is right for my height and shape, so I'm happy with the variation to either side there. I'm comfortable prancing around in my smalls, and that's good enough for me. In all honesty, I'm more worried about how I come across as a person than how I look. I worry whether I seem clever enough, or likeable enough, or interesting enough, not whether I have a dimple in my thigh, or enough cleavage (yes, someday Leigh, we will have those!)
I'm going to eat some ice cream now and not give a toss about those scales tomorrow....I did 14km today, my body deserves it ;)
Posted by kat at October 25, 2006 9:12 PM
