I am obese.
My BMI is 38.4 and that classifies me as mobidly obese by some standards or class two obesity.
I've improved. When I started this blog, my BMI was 40.9. I was super obese. I didn't even know that that was a term people used. Super obese makes it sound like a pseudo crime fighter that sits on its foes with jelly doughnuts in hand, waiting for the cops to show up.
I don't even get to be classified as overweight until I reach 174 lbs and my BMI will measure 29.9
I need to lose 50 lbs before I can say that I am overweight. Little depressing much?
I don't think that I have ever admitted to being obese. If I had to talk about it, I would always say that I was overweight, but I said it for the first time in my last blog post. What is even more of a wake up call is that I realized it was the first time too, immediately after I did it. I don't even like the sound of the word on my tongue. The wide Ob- makes the word all soft and round. The -ese feels greasy and slippery. Even in the social conscious, obesity is a dirty word, but it is formal at the same time. We don't say obese is day to day conversation. It is literally the elephant in the room, but I'm going to come right out and say it: I am obese.
I place a lot of significance in the BMI scale because I am not a body builder, but I am aware that it is not a good scale for everyone to use. I am 5'4 with an average bone structure.