According to the BMI charts, I am no longer “obese” just good ole garden variety “overweight”.  I am 23 pounds away from being in the “healthy” range, which would put me at 146 pounds.  If I wanted to be smack dab in the middle of the healthy weight range, I would have to weigh 130.  I weighed 130 about 14 years ago, just before I met my husband.  Getting to that weight seems almost impossible – like winning the lottery or something.  But, 146?  I could totally do that.  Shoot I might get ambitious and go for 145!!  I know, I know, I’m an overachiever.  If you want to calculate your BMI you can just Google BMI calculators and a whole slew of calculators will be there for your choosing. 

 

I don’t really put much stock in the BMI charts – it’s just one more way to measure my progress, like my scale and tape measure.  I think it’s helpful, but it’s not the gospel.  If I went by how I feel – physically and emotionally, and by how my clothes fit, I would say I already weigh 130.  I feel thin.  I know that realistically, I still have a long way to go, but I feel thin. I like that feeling – a lot.

 

A funny thing happened after my uber-walk on the treadmill last night.  My husband was sitting at the computer playing Yahoo Dominoes (his current obsession) and asked how my work out went.  As I walked by, I told him “good” and he playfully grabbed my tush.  Then he exclaimed “Wow!  It IS getting smaller!!”  I said “really?” and then I grabbed my own tush and gave it a squeeze.  He was right.  It is definitely losing mass.  Hallelujah!