One of the worst things that could be said to someone with an eating-disorder was said to me a few days ago. It was Friday, Oct 7th. A new-hire I’m training was talking about her diet and exercise regimen, on track to lose 2 lbs a week. I humored her while she explained how many calories people need to maintain personal body weight and she went on to guess at my own weight and how many calories I should eat to maintain or lose. Apparently she has a lot of experience from sizing customers and is very accurate…
Apparently I look like I weigh 130-135 lbs.
My inner Ana has been freaking out ever since.
Of course I nodded yes that she was correct. Nobody, nobody, needs to know I weigh less. I don’t care if they think I’m made of concrete, they are not knowing how low my bmi goes.
But she guessed 20 lbs over! I need to work out more.
I’ve known I need more exercise pretty much all my life. It’s not something I’m good at sticking to. The only exercise I regularly enjoy is walking and roller-blading, but I don’t do either often enough.
From here out, that is changing. I’ve got to do this. I can’t let Ana down.
