Why is it taboo to openly say your weight and size, anyway?
I weigh 155 lbs right now. Last year, at my top pregnancy weight carrying Pandra, I was 198 lbs. In 2008, after I had Lyra, I managed to lose some of the baby weight, and got myself back down to 167 lbs and a size 16 – not quite my pre-pregnancy weight of 153 lbs – through no real effort. But I was fully willing, at 167 lbs, at 175 lbs, wherever I was, to just tell people my weight. In my head, it’s not a big deal.
I’ve lost some weight, and I’m pretty much at my pre-pregnancy weight again, although I’m in considerably better shape now than I was then due to all the running I’ve been doing for the past four months. This is a good thing. I feel lighter, and I can maintain physical activity for a lot longer than I used to.
How I did it is pretty old-fashioned I guess. I changed my diet and re-learned how to cook, based on my new status as lactose intolerant. It was amazing how much dairy I ate that I had to completely cut out with no viable replacement – from candy bar treats to cheese croissants to pizza slices. These were foods I never felt guilty eating, so cutting them out without real health reasons do to so never crossed my mind. And then I started running three times a week. Neither of these things constitute a diet or a weight-loss plan – I changed what I eat and I started sweating more. It was a complete lifestyle change.
So I’m 155 lbs. I look pretty good. I don’t have a goal weight in mind. If I keep losing weight, that’s fine; if I don’t, that’s also fine. Because I feel pretty good too. If I stop running I will likely gain weight again, and that will also be fine, although I won’t feel as physically good as I do now. It is not my intention to stop, but you never know what kind of hurdles may show up that will make it harder; like going back to work, childcare and class schedules, unexpected family lifestyle changes, injuries or health problems, or who knows what else. Life changes, and I will try to adapt as best as I can.
I’m not embarrassed to share my weight and size publicly, and it seems I’m an anomaly because of this. I’m not thin, I’m not trying to brag (or humble brag), and I am not looking for approval, praise, shaming, or external motivation of any kind. Don’t get me wrong: I’m very happy to have lost weight, changed, size, and gotten into shape – who wouldn’t be? But these numbers are facts. This is what I weigh, this is what size I am. I’ve never felt ashamed of my weight, however over- or underweight I’ve been. This is my body, it is what it is.
Is there something wrong with me for not being more self-conscious about this?