I saw an article the other day entitled: “What is my happy weight? 5 Tips for finding your happy weight.” It never would have occurred to me to put the words ‘happy’ and ‘weight’ together but there they were. As far as I’m concerned, you can have happy feet, or happy days, or a Happy Meal, but you will never have happy weight. It is an impossibility, a goal that is unreachable because what makes you happy today may make you feel like a hippo tomorrow. Happy weight is like a yoga position — some of us just don’t twist that way and never will.
I haven’t had a happy weight since I was born and let’s face it the only happy part of it then was that my poor mother (God rest her soul) no longer had to carry it.
The article states: “If you’re trying to lose weight, you probably have a goal, your ideal weight, in mind. A good question to ask yourself is, “Where did I get this number?” Perhaps a better question is “Why did I pay good money for this stupid magazine?”
I think we’re going about this all wrong. This is the age of amazing scientific discoveries so why are we concerned with an ideal weight, a particular number, a happy number? Why, I submit, aren’t we concerned with making ourselves taller? If I were 4 inches taller, I wouldn’t have to ever worry about happy weight again. It’s not weight we should concentrate on, it’s height. Happy height – that’s my new priority.
Who needs happy weight — that’s why God made Photoshop.