In 2005 I remember celebrating dipping under 250 lbs for the first time in years while on a trip to Yellowstone with my family. I felt so skinny at the time and knew that I had a ways to go to get to my goal weight of under 200 lbs. I had a waist size of 40″ (yay!). I was 25. I could bench 175 lbs. And, I could jog around the block without running out of breath.
Now it’s 2013. I’m 32 and I weight 251 lbs; yes, more than I did then. I have a waist size of 35″ (yay!). I can bench 295 lbs. And, I can hike up steep mountains, climb rock walls, and ski down double black diamonds while barely losing my breath at all.
Then. And now. I’m 6’4″ tall.
Then. And now. My BMI is 30.3-30.5.
According to the BMI, I was obese then. And I am apparently obese now.
I am “obese” now. When I’m in the best physical shape of my life, you can see my hip bones, I can do sprints up mountainsides, and I wear a size large shirt (which is rather loose on me). I am considered obese.
Friends, weight doesn’t matter. BMI doesn’t matter.
Being healthy… that’s what matters.
We all need to stop putting value in some dang number on a scale because it means nothing. And the BMI, for a lot of people a lot of the time, means nothing.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing