This I Disbelieve is a recurring piece I do on pieces of common knowledge I just can’t accept. It’s my reaction to the old NPR piece: This I Believe.
I’ve always had toothpick arms. If you were a geek like me who had a tendency to sweat a lot when you exercised, you would understand why. I used to stand, shirtless, in front of the mirror and swing my arms back and forth and marvel at the fact that they didn’t just fall off. My arms looked like they barely connected to my torso.
|Worse than this. Honest.|
|"I'll be waiting for you in your nightmares, Matthew."|
|Only, you know, with lots of body hair.|
That’s right; according to BMI, I had gained fat when I lost weight. I must have lost it in my bones, nerve tissues, and… I don’t know, organs?
Chalking it up as some kind of mistake, I signed up for more sessions. I got more fit. At the end, we took measurements and again, my BMI went up as my weight went down.
So I decided I didn’t believe in BMI any more. Neither should you.