In high school I weighed 118 pounds. At 5’6″ – in my opinion I was much too thin. In my early twenties I weighed about 121. Then, seven years ago, after knowing my weight had crept up but not weighing myself I went to my doctor’s office for my annual physical, got on the scale, and literally burst into tears. I weighed 144. Now, I am well aware that to many this is not “fat”. And even I did not consider myself fat. Yet, at the same time, I was at an uncomfortable weight for me. I didn’t feel good. I was tired and lazy and my clothes didn’t fit well. I knew that things needed to change.
Seeing that scale at 144 was a game changer for me. I became a regular at the gym, even on Friday nights when nobody else was there, I was. I began to eat differently, though not how I’m eating today. I still ate wheat and other grains and most likely way too much sugar. But I ate less of everything and drank a lot more water.
It took about 6 months of regular exercise and dedication to my diet but I eventually lost about 10 pounds. Since then that’s about where I’ve hovered, give or take about 5 pounds. My weight tends to fluctuate a lot during the year depending on my amount of stress, relationship status and the change of seasons. But ,for me, my best weight, the weight I need to be to feel the best, is at 134 pounds. It’s not the thinnest I could be if I starved myself or wore myself out with exercise, but it’s the best weight where I feel comfortable in my clothes, comfortable naked (either by myself or others) and where I feel that I have a life that doesn’t revolve around what and when I eat.
It’s take me all of my adult life – over 18 years – to find my comfort level. I know people much older than I who have never found it and those for whom it was never a problem. And I know that as my metabolism changes the time may come when I struggle with it again.
Have you found your magic number?