When I was young, I spent a lot of time feeling miserable. I weighed about 150, and every time I went to the doctor, he kept telling me I needed to lose. I was twenty pounds overweight. I was going to get sick. My hypoglycemia was because I wouldn’t lose weight.
Yes, I wouldn’t.
According to him, it was all my choice. I starved myself, followed strict diets, worked out until I was sick (and I damaged a knee). I truly hated myself because he kept saying I should be 120 pounds, maybe 130 on the outside.
He based that on something like this.
Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but the point of medicine is to help us live longer with a better life. Interestingly enough, look at this. (the link is: http://www.healthchecksystems.com/heightweightchart.htm )
It turns out that I would have the longest life if I stayed between 137 and 155. I use the 5′ 5″ chart on that one because they’re assuming women where a one inch heel, and my doctor always makes me take shoes off.
I was at my ideal weight for health the whole time? Before I made myself sick with round after round of diet, my body was actually doing exactly the right thing? Really?
Doctors suck, because it turns out that the answer is yes. Obese people put more strain on internal organs, especially the heart, and die from that stress. However, people who are in that weight chart the doctors have pushed on us for years die of infection. They get sick and don’t have the internal resources to recover as well.
Insurance companies know that. They know if we’re twenty pounds “overweight,” that means we’re actually going to live longer.
It makes me wonder what would have happened if I had listened to my own body instead of the doctors. It’s too late now. I struggle to listen to my body and its needs, and I wonder how different that might have been had I know a little more truth.
Oh well, you know what they say. If wishes were horses, beggars would eat good horsemeat. Wait. That was Jayne Cobb. I’m pretty sure that Jayne is smarter than the doctor I had back then.