I like to tell myself that I’m the healthiest sick person I know. Thanks to a pain management program that demands 30-minutes of daily heart stimulating exercise, I get more exercise than most of my much skinner friends. Despite this, according to my BMI (calculated online), I’m overweight for my height. And I’m not getting any taller.
In spite of my BMI, unlike most people I know, I’m not exercising to fight the battle of the bulge (though that’d be nice, too), I’m fighting the