In-case you men don’t know this….women do not like to disclose their weight. I sometimes wonder if this keeps some women from competing. This is the 1st sport I’ve been involved in where I’m constantly asked “how much do you weigh?” or “what’s your weight class?” My point is….not only do we girls have to be brave enough to get out there and fight, we have to tell our weight (and sometimes our age).
I have weighed the same weight most of my adult life (aside from during pregnancy). This seems to be a comfortable weight for me, I eat whatever I want, I can work out hard or not at all and no change. While this can be a good thing, when it comes tournament time, I always fall 2lbs over the limit for my weight class. I end up struggling to lose these 2lbs at the last minute (because I have no will-power).
A couple of weeks before the last tournament I was having lunch at an Italian restaurant with Andrew and some other guys from class, I ordered a salad and the waitress asked if I wanted regular or fat-free ranch, I said “regular” Andrew turned and looked at me knowing I was cutting weight, I said “What? at least I’m eating a salad”. The waitress gave him the dirtiest look (and probably spit in his food lol) probably thinking he was some crazy controlling boyfriend. Not right that my boyfriend has to know my “real” weight. Luckily he still thinks I’m only 27 ;)
I have weighed the same weight most of my adult life (aside from during pregnancy). This seems to be a comfortable weight for me, I eat whatever I want, I can work out hard or not at all and no change. While this can be a good thing, when it comes tournament time, I always fall 2lbs over the limit for my weight class. I end up struggling to lose these 2lbs at the last minute (because I have no will-power).
A couple of weeks before the last tournament I was having lunch at an Italian restaurant with Andrew and some other guys from class, I ordered a salad and the waitress asked if I wanted regular or fat-free ranch, I said “regular” Andrew turned and looked at me knowing I was cutting weight, I said “What? at least I’m eating a salad”. The waitress gave him the dirtiest look (and probably spit in his food lol) probably thinking he was some crazy controlling boyfriend. Not right that my boyfriend has to know my “real” weight. Luckily he still thinks I’m only 27 ;)
