Right Path.

I stumbled across a website the other day that told me that my weight should "ideally" be between 144 and 174. That may not sound that shocking until you understand that I am 6'1", 28 years old, and had a baby last year.

I want to say something that may sound somewhat contradictory to a lot of what I've blogged about in the past.

NO WONDER PEOPLE ARE SCARED TO WORK OUT. NO WONDER PEOPLE ARE SCARED TO EAT RIGHT. NO WONDER PEOPLE THINK THESE STANDARDS ARE UNATTAINABLE. NO. WONDER.

Hey, guess what? I am pounds upon pounds heavier than the so-called "heaviest" I am supposed to be to be considered "ideal." According to that wack website at least. (Mind you, other websites have said I'm right where I'm supposed to be, so I didn't take a lot of stock in it... I also realize that well, not everything the internet says is true.) So anyway, I'm overweight (says wack website) and I look GREAT. I can see it in pictures, I can see it in the mirror, I can see it.

Here's the deal, friends. Don't don't DON'T buy into some of this stuff. It's still simple. Get your heart rate up multiple times a week, eat mostly good foods, and just keep living. I sometimes think that some of these things that are meant to help us and encourage us just push us to a place where we feel like our goals are impossible to reach. Then we just say, "SCREW IT!" and go grab some BK and stuff our faces as we submit to the notion that we'll never quite live up to these "ideal" standards. Is it obvious that this has happened to me before? On multiple occasions? Because it has.

So yes. Grab an occasional burger. Just don't eat it while you're throwing yourself a pity party. No, you may not be the stick figure that the BMI charts say you should be, but if you're healthy and you're doing the right things, you WILL LOOK GREAT. And, more importantly, you WILL FEEL GREAT. (I had to state the obvious cliche there.)

And that brings me to tonight. While still clad in workout clothes from exercising earlier this evening, I ate a dinner of homemade onion rings and fried green tomatoes, made lovingly by my husband who thinks I look great, too. Yum and yum and yum and I don't care if it was battered and fried because I know I'm healthy and happy and on the right path.

Fried green tomatoes are
healthier than a burger, right?