That's right. After weighing myself this morning and seeing a number I haven't seen in -- oh, I don't know, maybe 10 years -- I went online and checked my BMI. I plugged in my weight (136.5lbs), and my petite 5'2" height, and there it was. In print.
I am overweight.
Yes, yes, BMI is bad. Scales are bad. Go with how you feel, how your clothes fit, keep eating clean, and everything will be ok. But the fact of the matter is, things are not ok. I don't feel good. My clothes are way too tight. Couple that with the scale this morning, and something has to be done.
Now, I know you are all very supportive folks. And that's part of what keeps me on the paleo/crossfit bandwagon. But the thing is, I don't really want to hear how you can't tell, or how I've been sick and my body is fighting off illness. While those things may be true (and very sweet), telling me everything will be ok actually just makes me feel bad for feeling bad, and that's silly.
The facts are facts: I'm getting bigger. And I need to do something about it. I'm going to try being more strict with my food journal (ugh, I hate food journals), and try to get some crossfit in, with maybe some lowered weights and reps. (Going hard has been leaving me out of commission for a few days afterward. Sigh.) Otherwise, I'm plenty open to suggestions of things to do other than waiting. For the record -- I am not good at waiting.
Trust me, I know paleo and crossfit are good, and weight gain in and of itself is not bad. Just a few short months ago (around mid-February), I remember feeling awesome. I was getting strong. I was not freaking out that I had gained 5 lbs because I was sure of how it got there. It's the 10 lbs on top of that are annoying me -- the ones that have come while laying around and doing nothing. And that's why I'm not going to do nothing about them.