BMI, I Still Do Not Believe in It

I was all set to write a post about how my attitude changed towards the BMI weight index. I was so sure that my recent weight loss was going to make me a believer in this stat. I was all set to do a "Wow, once you embrace healthy eating, you change your mind about the BMI". I was going to encourage everyone on the planet to embrace it and get real with themselves and loose weight. Isn't that what people who "get religion do"?

Before my cardio scan scare my weight was 215. Well, that is the weight I published. It was a little bit above that, more like 218. 220 was my Uh, Oh weight. You know the weight you reach before you say, Uh Oh I better cut back, more on this later.

But, this morning I checked my BMI and it STILL has me listed as overweight! I am now down to 195. I haven't been in the 90's since before the 90's! And I am still overweight by BMI standards, thus government standards? Give me a break. Yes, I still have some flab, I certainly could not make it as an A & F model. But overweight? Something is very wrong with the BMI index.

I started playing around with the BMI calculator. Would I be considered "not overweight" after losing another 5 pounds - a distinct possibility giving the food choices my current nutritional nazi is awarding me. No. Losing 5 more pounds will not give me normal status. I have to get to 189 to be at the top range of normal. 165 would put me in the middle of normal, a weight I presume the BMI index wants me to be. At 165 I am not sure I would be allowed out on windy days. I weighed 165 my junior year of high school.

Then I got a little crazy. How light would I have to be to be considered "underweight"? The answer - 140. I think if I got cancer and wasted away to nothing that I would die before I got down to 140. I think my bones alone weigh more than 140.

I do not get the BMI.

Now, on the subject of Uh Oh weight. Am I alone in having an Uh Oh weight? Boy looking around it either looks like I am or some people out there need to adjust theirs, 'cause theirs ain't working for them.

Time Alone; Our First Guests and First Big Hike

After coming back to Seattle for a pesky 401 K audit I was able to sprint back to Montana on Sunday just in time to have a quiet romantic dinner with Peggy under the Montana stars

During this last week in Montana we also hosted our first guests and had time to explore our part of Montana a little bit.

Scott Brunner and his lovely fiance Kathy came out to Montana to explore with us. Peggy and I were a bit envious of Scott and Kathy's vacation. They took their RV to Walla Walla along with Kathy's Honda and bikes. They spent time bike riding in Walla Walla and then drove just the Honda to Montana and brought their bikes arriving Wednesday. We fished, we hiked and we toured Red Lodge, and went on a glorious hike to lake Souix Charley, the headwaters of the mighty Stillwater River.

The hike was spectacular and little Neko made the trip (almost) the entire way, of course she drank from the river all the way up and down and I drenched her with river water with each stop.

It had to Happen, It's now Official

One down, one to go. Yes, I finally own a pair of cowboy boots. And man are they comfortable. I was wrong about them.

I had always secretly wanted a pair, but could never get the gumption to buy a pair. I would rationalize that they would hurt my feet. I made runs at them at stores before, but was always overwhelmed at the choices and the price. Trying them on was no picnic either. Something about my foot, something about cowboy boots.

These went on hard and awkwardly at first. Now they are starting to get broken in and they almost slip on. They feel great and I can wear them for ever.

Now I just need to get over my fear of horses and I will be ready to run away with the rodeo.