So we had a “wellness visit” at the office and I was told that my BMI was off by a point and that because of the deviation, I was considered overweight. (I demanded a recount, arguing that muscle weighs more than fat.) That I was heavier by a few negligible pounds was the last thing I expected to hear since my BMI was perfect a year ago and I monitor what I eat and drink with terrifying forensic detail.
I just find it all puzzling since my old clothes fit better now. Some of them are even loose on me. My waist is a decent 31, down from a 32-33, according to an extremely reliable tape measure. My shirt size, depending on where I shop, can be any of the following:
This is the opposite of vanity sizing. I have not gotten bigger in physical size over time; in fact, I have actually become more streamlined. I mean, I can feel my ribs and hip bones and my clavicles are clearly visible.
If I’m overweight, then I guess Liam Payne — who is about the same height and weight as I am, though I may have a slight height advantage — is, too.
I used to hate it but now I think it’s pretty hilarious.