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  1. Eden

    Bravo! Society needs to start caring much less about weight (and a lot more about health!). A BMI is like the least informative thing about a person.

  2. Book Girl

    Fucking BRILLIANT, Mindy! And the Biggest Loser franchise always has this middle-aged, fat single crip roaring with fury when I see an advert on telly for it. It’s sheer poison.

  3. Gunnar Tveiten

    Sadly, that doesn’t work. When the tests come out good, but you’re overweight, the doctors just refuse to believe it, and continue their standard story, I know, because that’s me.

    I went to the doctor to have some chest-pains investigated. He performed the usual tests. Blood-pressure 105/70. Resting-pulse: 51. Cholesterol 4. EKG normal. Loaded EKG normal. VO2-max 50. Basically, not a single reading out of the ideal range, except for the weight itself, I’ve got a BMI of 30. He tested the resting-pulse 3 times offcourse, before he’d even believe the numbers, then looked at me in astonishment and asked if I do sports. (apparently fat people never do sports in his world)

    Didn’t stop him from recommending weight-loss. I asked if there was *actually* any reason to believe that the pains I where experiencing where related to my weight at all. Best he could do was “they might be”, but he was unable to give any specifics.

    I ended up going to another doctor, who diagnosed the cause, which turned out to be entirely unrelated to weight, I could’ve lost weigth until I was underweight and it’d not have made any difference whatsoever to the actual health-problem I was having.

  4. Megpie71

    I’m overweight. I think my BMI puts me down as “obese”, but I haven’t checked it lately (mostly because the BMI is possibly the least useful public health metric known to humanity). I put at least part of the blame for this on the fact that I dieted pretty damn steadily for ten years between the ages of about twelve and twenty-three. Another part of the blame goes to the happy truth that my thyroid gland has been under-active for a large chunk of my life (it was diagnosed when I was twenty-six, although I suspect the actual problem may well have been triggered in those years between ages twelve and twenty-three, as a result of the dieting).

    But then again, three out of my four grandparents survived past the age of ninety, and of those three, at least two of them were fine well into their late eighties. I’ve apparently inherited the family tendency toward low blood pressure from my mother’s side of the family (never quite as spectacularly low as my mother’s – she could feel faint while hanging out laundry or dusting light fixtures sometimes). My blood sugar levels are fine (my partner, meanwhile, has a mild tendency toward stress-induced type II diabetes). My cholesterol is okay. My heart rate is pretty low, too, for someone my size and with my lack of physical fitness. Given my genes, I’ve a fair chance of living out my threescore and ten, and even if I don’t, well… my three ninety-plus grandparents each died slowly. The one who didn’t live to ninety died very quickly – heart attack one morning, dead almost before he knew it. I know which I’d prefer.

  5. lilacsigil

    In answer to Mindy’s question about disability, some HAES advocates forget that “health” is not a yes/no proposition and think “wide range of foods, plenty of exercise” is perfect (and available) for everyone. Most HAES advocates have more flexibility, though, and realise that health and ability are relative states and that mental health is also health. Which is more than most medical practitioners manage.

    I thought I had my doctor trained to behave himself about weight (I have a magnificently awful cancer-related story of fat-related medical mistreatment in my past which tends to get doctors off the “lose weight and your sinuses will clear up!” track in record speed) but apparently not. There is no blood pressure cuff at the clinic that fits me (they don’t have the big hospital-style machines, just the cheapo personal use ones, so bigger cuffs aren’t available) but the doctor was so determined to take my blood pressure that he ran out into the waiting room while I was leaving and strapped a cuff on me. That’s not on, doctor.

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