All my life, I’ve been above average.
For some areas, that’s been a good thing. Above-average intelligence, above-average drive, above-average socialization.
In many areas, however, it has been a bad thing:
Above average weight.
Above average body fat.
Above average BMI.
I’ve always wondered what it would be like to just be “normal.” In all aspects of my life: average.
Well, I can’t change my height, my looks, my intelligence, or my personality, but I can officially say my weight, BMI, and body fat are “average” for a woman my age and height.
Something feels really good about being average.
Bon appetit, my friends!