The nurse lady took my blood pressure, which was fine by the way, then weighed me, measured me, and then informed me that I was overweight. Apparently she "has" to let me know.
I was, am, understandably a bit riled by this diagnosis and left to immediately call my sister, best friend and Favourite to make sure I hadn't morphed into someone off The Biggest Looser without noticing. I suppose I should really tell you the stats...I'm a size 12 (or 14 in Topshop trousers) and decidedly average height. I have quite the amble booty, a small waist and D/DD breasts. I have never been skinny because my body wasn't made to be, but I've also never been fat, because again, no ones body was made to be. I walk or cycle everywhere, exercise 2/3 times a week and eat, all be it often too large portions, of healthy home cooked food. I do not consider myself fat, at all. I exercise, slightly more as of late, because I'd like to tone up my thighs and because I've noticed it makes me happier and have more energy to enjoy life. I have never exercised out of a desperate need to loose weight. Here are some photos to help you visualise the case in hand, normal vs morbidly obese:
Can I just suggest to all you hardworking NHS staff out there, that you have a little more tact. If I was a few years younger and just that bit less self assured you would have caused serious damage to my self esteem and possibly, mental health. Thank goodness I'm old enough and sensible enough to know to ignore you.