BMI should be one factor in a thorough evaluation. Anyone who pegs their recommendations on that alone is being sloppy and careless.
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BMI should be one factor in a thorough evaluation. Anyone who pegs their recommendations on that alone is being sloppy and careless.
I remember reading an article about (IIRC) the Yale women's crew team. When the govt. lowered the weight ranges on the BMI, almost all of them were suddenly "overwight" (or maybe "obese"). And so the coach/trainer/someone told them they had to lose X amount of pounds. And when they did, their performance suffered. Because they're ATHLETES, damn it, and they have more muscle mass, which weighs more than jiggly fat, and I'm ranting again.
Bah.
I should really have my cholesterol tested. I never have, and going by my family history and dietary habits, I'm sure it's through the roof.
But my main motivation for wanting to lose weight is that I can't afford to buy new clothes.
This is one of my favorite rants.
I'm definately on a weight-loss track now, but when I was SA's age and had a doctor say that to me? After I'd just dragged a back pack around Europe for three months? Goodgawdalmighty I was ticked.
Interestingly, when I dropped forty pounds my cholesterol went up a little. Its still well within healthy ranges, but my Doc and I both found it funny.
But my main motivation for wanting to lose weight is that I can't afford to buy new clothes.
Yeah, me too. Plus, I *like* my currently-non-fitting clothes and want to wear them again.
I couldn't trust any coach/trainer/etc who'd make a decision like that, not even afterwards. I expect some GPs to not be thinking that way, but it's a coach's whole fucking job to be on the ball. The government isn't in a place to tell anyone about their team's fitness.
Home from the ER again. This is getting really, really old. At least this was a relatively short trip. But, get this.
I'm not allowed to leave the house till Tuesday...not even to walk the dog.
And they thought the steroids would make me cranky.
Kiwi baby! Second one ever at the National Zoo.
New Zealanders don't travel with their kids? Kinda like the way they think.
Ouch, vw.
Oh man vw. You are under house arrest. Well - stay put. Get better. Find a good book or something and just give in.
Why, oh why, am I at work. This place is a ghost town. I know it is still early, but there are usually a fair number of early birds here. CJ came to work with me though, so he will keep me entertained. He wanted to check out the construction site next door.
I have radically accepted this and am trying to think of fun things to occupy my time.
Still frustrated.