Oprah. Oprah. Oprah.
Today, I saw one of those episodes where they feature people who have gone on a diet, stuck to it and FINALLY can fit in to that 2-piece bikini. Every time I see an episode like this (on Oprah or on other shows) I’m filled with hope again.
I don’t even know how many diets I’ve been on already but I guess I need to be serious SOON because this is really not funny anymore. After the show, I went online and found a Body Mass Index (BMI) calculator. Yeah, uh-oh…
Before, I used to calculate my BMI, land on 24 (25 means your already overweight) and still manage to convince myself that hey, 24 is till in the normal range, I’m good! Nothing to worry about. Couple of years ago though, I saw my BMI reach 25 and I seem to have stopped and forgot all about BMI calculators altogether after that.
Anyway, felt brave today so I calculated my BMI… 29. I AM REALLY OVERWEIGHT.
This makes me sad but for some reason, today is different. I’m sad but I don’t feel the urge to grab a piece of cake if you know what I mean. Maybe now is the time to get fit. Maybe I’ll make it this time.
Tomorrow, I’m meeting my niece for lunch. She’s been raving on and on about this new diet she’s in, maybe I’ll pay more attention and grill her about this new diet she’s trying. If it’s working for her, it might work for me… we’ll see.
-Cindy-