Monday, January 21, 2013
What's Your Perspective?
Perspective is a funny thing isn't it? If your perspective on something is out of whack, it can color everything around the issue. I've been thinking a lot about this ever since I wrote that post about deciding to be fat. What got me going on it was part of one of the comments:
"As for being fat, I don't know what your BMI is but your picture looks in a normal-ish range??"
This person who made that comment, like so many of those who read our blogs, doesn't know me at all in real life. So it was fascinating to me that he saw me as someone with a normal-ish BMI. Truth be told, my BMI is not normal at all and I'm probably close to, if not in, the obese category. I guess because I'm somewhat athletic, I carry my weight good enough that I don't look like anyone who would typically weigh what I do. As I said before, I don't know what that number is right now, but I DO know what size clothes I'm wearing, so there's that. Of course the whole BMI thing is a bit nutty to me anyway as I know many people who I would consider to be normal weight and who would be overweight by that chart, Mr. Helen included!
Anyway, the point here is that in his perspective I looked normal-ish. Which makes me ponder my own stringent view.
I had a vice-versa situation while reading another blog. This blogger had not gotten the result they thought they were going to get from their scale and the despair that was oozing out of that post made me sad. Because she has already lost over 75 pounds and her photos of late have been remarkable. Good grief I would love to look like she does right now! But she was so upset - not to the point where she had or was about to blow it or give up, but to the point where I wished I could just shake her and say, "The scale is just a snapshot of the moment you step on it, it's not you and it's not how you are perceiving your looks!"
My perspective of the situation vs. hers.
Sunday morning I woke up with a bad case of the Seriously Fats. While I'm not going to say much more about this just yet, I've been having some issues with my back that have been discouraging and making exercise quite difficult lately. Sunday I got up with considerable concern about the issues I'm having, but it was nearly 50 degrees and sunny here, so I was determined to get outside for either a run or a walk depending on what my back would allow. Due to a number of reasons I hadn't gotten to exercise on Saturday so mentally I was really craving it. But even in my excitement about the sunshine and being able to be outside, I could not get past my Seriously Fats and changed my workout clothes 3 times before I had something on I thought I might be able to go down the street in and people wouldn't be completely mortified.
I took off and was having a hard time enjoying the beautiful sunshine simply because I felt so Seriously Fat that it was messing with me. I was waiting for a car to drive by and yell something rude - sure it was going to happen. As I got about a mile into the workout, I was passing the Subway and a guy came out and started down the sidewalk towards me. As I went by him he said, "Gorgeous day for a workout, isn't it?" I suddenly realized that he didn't see a Seriously Fat person chugging down the sidewalk, he saw someone working out. It was so gorgeous I ended up purposefully adding on a bit more and as I was nearing home, I saw 2 men walking in the opposite direction side by side. I was nearing them and wondering if they would yield any of the sidewalk to me or if I'd have to run up on someone's lawn, when they parted like the Red Sea. As I went through them, one of them said, "Good job girl, keep it up, keep it up!" Again, they just saw a woman working out. Their perspective vs. mine.
Perspective. Something for me to think about for sure. Is yours out of whack?