Healthiness and Hunger Games Nerdiness

I knew this girl in high school that was probably one of the skinniest girls I knew. And she was just genetically superior in a lot of ways. All that girl ate was vending machine food and like, boxes of pizza at a time. She never gained weight, either, but I was totally jealous and wanted to look like her!

I think it’s safe to say we all have a pretty messed up definition of healthy. What is healthy? What does a healthy person look like? Well, I Googled it and the image search pretty much held a bunch of pictures like this:

So apparently, to be healthy, you have to eat only fruit, be able to wrap a measuring tape around your waist a few times and look good in that ridiculously lacking outfit. IF YOU DO, then you’re healthy.

WELL, here I am to prove you all wrong. According to the dictionary, being healthy means:

Healthy definition

So that’s terribly less complicated than we were all expecting. Being healthy means not being diseased. I actually laughed out loud when I read that, because I think most people’s definition of healthy would be something like:

You eat x amount of [each food group], you exercise x amount of time per week, you have x% body fat and you meditate in the woods. And don’t have psychological issues.

While all that stuff surely contributes to being healthy, it definitely is not the line of where healthy starts. I think simply not having physical diseases is a bit too lax of a definition, so let’s add in “in good health.”

Medical dictionaries suggest being healthy is when we’re functioning optimally, or at the best we’re capable of being at the time. So that means to be healthy I should, at this moment, be able to compete and win in the Hunger Games? And everything below that is just unhealthiness, apparently.

Who knows, maybe that is how we ought to be: completely ready for any extreme physical or mental test. That seems unrealistic. Although this is one of my favorite things I’ve seen on Pinterest/the Interwebs:

(Although all the real fans know most of the Districts were completely malnourished and it took BRAINS to stay alive too.)

But in all seriousness, I think that being healthy means caring about your body and treating it well. Everyone has different definitions of that, I realize. I just think that assuming I’m not healthy because I don’t look like Jennifer Lawrence is detrimental.

It’s totally fine to want to look like all the superfit Hollywood types, but I think it’s important to differentiate between being healthy and being fit.

Yes, I could do without the thunderthighs and ALL that junk in my trunk–and I actually do want to be more fit, but I know I’m healthy now and that is a huge blessing and a giant +1 to my fitness goals. It’s much better to start knowing I’m already healthy, rather than thinking I’m just a big fatty who has to start from square zero.

{I would not go to this birthday party, for the record. What the heck kind of party would this be? “Oh, you all get to show up, we’ll stuff your face, then make you do all sorts of exercises until you wanna puke, then one of you will get cake. Heads up, it’s rigged and the birthday girl gets the cake. And she gets to physically harm you in the ‘games’ because it’s her birthday. Sign the waiver on the back to RSVP!”)

I also think it’s important to incorporate mental health into this whole “being healthy” thing. Google so kindly pointed out that feeling fit and healthy are part of actually being healthy. If you work out all the time and never quite get satisfied, that’s unhealthy mentally. I look back at pictures from when I was probably in the best shape ever and I say “OH MY GOSH I was so skinny and thought I was so fat!” And that takes all the fun out of being in good shape–if you don’t even realize it.

So whatever, y’all. Just do what you want and wear what you want and own it and if you exercise and you actually end up losing weight–whatevs. It’s all about how you feel, guys.

“Common sense tells us a pound of muscle and a pound of fat have to weigh the same, but they do differ in density. This means if you look at five pounds of muscle and five pounds of fat side by side, the fat takes up more volume, or space, than the muscle. That’s important when you’re on a diet and part of your goal is the lean look of muscle, not the flabby look of fat.

So why do people say muscle weighs more than fat?

“I find people make this statement when they put on weight,” says Stusek. “One person will say, ‘I gained three pounds and I’ve been working out.’ The good-friend response is, ‘It’s all muscle.’ And while this is a very comforting thing to hear, it’s just impossible to gain three pounds of muscle in a week. It is common for exercisers to lose fat and gain muscle without a change in body weight, so I understand why people often get frustrated.”

The first step in a successful diet and exercise program is to banish the idea that muscle weighs more and is therefore bad. In fact, Stusek recommends tossing out the scale altogether.

“I try to get people to think about how they are feeling, how their clothes are fitting, and how their body has changed,” Stusek advises. “It’s a hard thing to do sometimes. The focus should not just be the number on the scale. If we only did things to make ourselves weigh less, we wouldn’t necessarily be healthier.” [1]

There you have it. Happy New Years and don’t forget to make realistic resolutions.

(Also, if I have to pretty much torture myself to look like I want to look, I totally want to do something like this.)

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One Comment

  1. I enjoyed your post. I remember when they still had “reapings” in America, they called it the draft. I was in high school in the Vietnam war and worried i might get drafted, so this post and the movie seemed rather intense to me. For hundreds of years children have been going off to war. My dad joined the army when he was 17, he lied about his age and they didn’t care. In many countries male children much younger than 18 join the army, fight and die. Of course, men are worthless in our world, so as long as they are boys or men, it doesn’t matter if they die.

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