I recently read this article about being sick and skinny at Bust Magazine.
It makes no evolutionary sense that we, as women, would rather be sickly thin than pleasantly plump and healthy. And yet, I'm as guilty as anyone else. I prefer being thin to being out-of-shape. However, after three years of chronic illness, I am less worried about numbers on a scale, and more worried about how the extra weight adds to inflammation and pain, as is generally proof that I'm not feeding my body well, or as well as I should.
My metabolism, like many middle-aged women sucks. I learned a long time ago, I have to move/exercise in order to maintain my healthy weight...so not being able to exercise for three years has not helped things. I am not one of those chronically sick gals who loses weight. But even if I was, it is not a consolation prize I desire. I'd rather be able to eat well, exercise, and get out of the house and enjoy a full vibrant life instead of being in constant pain.
As women we punish ourselves so much over our weight and agonize over being thin/fat...but in the end you have to wonder, WHY it matters so much? And why would so many of us rather feel pretty than be healthy?
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