Like today: My boyfriend works at the Health Center as a Spanish translator and today they had a clinic set up to check workers' blood pressure, health stats, etc... He had the job of checking height and weight, and calculating the BMI for each person. Thus it was his unpleasant job to then explain to people that they were "overweight" if that was the case. Honestly I was tense from the word "BMI"... This index has never really seemed spot-on to me. When I was at my lowest weight and my sister was telling me she was worried because my bones were showing through my back, I was well within my "healthy" weight range according to the BMI. And now that I've gained my weight back I am almost in the obese category. I know I'm curvy but I wouldn't call myself obese! My boyfriend continues talking and says yeah, it was really awkard, etc..., I weighed myself out of curiosity and I was a 22 BMI, etc..., so how much do you weigh?
my world stops momentarily.
He asks it in complete innocence. He doesn't even think about it. He's just telling me about his day and has just talked about his weight and his BMI and was curious about mine. But for me it's a moment between a rock and a hard place. I tell him a weight less than I know I weigh. I hate that I felt I needed to lie. And the kicker is that I had a physical just about a week ago and felt really ok with the weight I saw. I felt good that I hadn't weighed myself or really felt the need to on my own, and though the number wasn't really a surprise, I felt fine with it when the doctor weighed me. But suddenly it's not a doctor who only cares about my health; it's someone I want to think well of me...and for some reason I don't want to risk the possibility of him being surprised by the number.
I am trying to remember that there are set-backs and difficult situations that will still bring out the shame and negative self-talk. I'm telling myself that I was put on the spot, and my reaction doesn't mean I'm not making good progress. But I still wish it hadn't happened.