I looked at a website today that told me what the healthy weight for my height was. I was told by my friend Connie not too. A few people said the same thing as if looking at it would burn my eyes blind. I found this here http://www.healthatoz.com/healthatoz/Atoz/tl/cl/healthyweight/healthyweight.jsp and it says for my height of 5 foot, 3 inches, that a healthy weight for me would range from 104-141 pounds. Wow. I'm SO not that. So not cool. So, I played around with the weight calculator and came up with a good comprimise that was WAY more healthy for me. If I was 6 foot, 10 inches tall, my weight would be healthy. So, I am officially a basketball player. Tell all your friends.
Speaking of sports, I am now wearing my tennis shoes every day to work. I work in an office environment and although I "CAN See My Shoes", when they're on my shelf -my footwear usually consist of some good black and brown boring professional shoes. Boring, but presentable and comfortable. But, I figured out something. I work in a cube. Not a bad cube mind you, I love my job, but a cubicle nonetheless. Who's really looking at my shoes? Well, that's not what I figured out that counts big time. It's this: when you wear athletic shoes, you'll feel like doing something athletic. And not just the high fives at an office holiday party when somebody let's you take home the incredible leftover pie your boss made (on a side note, how can somebody look good, be actually in their low healthy weight range and be able to bake a pie like a fiend? If I baked like that, I'd have to ask somebody to duct tape my mouth and tie my stomach behind my back).
So, I'm wearing my tennies at work. Believe it or not, it DOES make the stairs more inviting. Of course, going down is always better than going up and I still take the elevator sometimes. But, it's less than before, small steps, small baby tenny shoe steps you know. I think no one actually notices the shoes I'm wearing as I'm sitting at my desk. I figure what happens below and under the computer desk is fair open game. I could be doing my own version of Riverdance, clogging my way to a slimmer me. Maybe crushing grapes in my own Grapestoming Festival like they have a St. Josef's Winery. Would make happy hour easier to get to...
The tennis shoes are working for me. It was by accident. I didn't plan it, I just was running late and grabbed the quickest pair that was on the floor. I could wear regular professional type shoes and bring the tennis shoes in a bag, but I know I'll purposely forget them and gleefully ride the elevator up and down pushing all the buttons, telling people "Linens, towels, womens apparel..."
Don't know how long I'll wear these square jocky white shoes, maybe all the way to my 100 lb loss or until they need to be washed or until I get tired of talking about them.
I do miss the other shoes a little. There's something about shoes that click on the floor to make you feel all powerful and important.
Why is that? And who needs that kind of superficial ego boosting?
Gotta go. Have to push some flat tacks into the bottom of my sneakers...
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