bmi is a crappy measure of healthiness

Day 16 PS

Yesterday, I stepped on the scale for the first time since my surgery to check my weight. I was down to 150 lbs which, combined with my height of 5’6″, meant my BMI was down to 24.2. That happens to be on the very edge of a “normal” or “healthy” BMI. This is probably the first time I’ve been down in that healthy category in a loooong time. For the longest time, I’ve been right on the boundary between healthy and overweight. I blame my height. And my superior muscle mass.

But yeah, measuring my weight kinda quantified how much muscle mass I’ve lost. I’ve done absolutely no resistance training of note since the Tuesday before surgery, when I did a few bench press sets, and I’ve eaten a lot more calories than I’ve burnt. But I’ve still lost on the order of about 5-6 pounds. This would be confusing until I look down at my left thigh and see how depressing it looks. My right thigh is still kinda holding it’s own (it may even have gotten slightly stronger because it has been carrying more weight) but my left thigh is just a fraction of what it used to be. Luckily, that muscle matter is slooooowly coming back. But I’m impatient.

Watching the Olympics is probably one of the worst ideas when rehabbing an ACL injury because I’m (a) seeing people who are (mostly) at the pinnacle of their physical fitness and (b) not really being inspired by it (or, at least, not being able to transform that inspiration into actual results).

Okay, so all that was slightly negative.

The good news is that I have finally been able to get my left leg straight independently. 0 degrees, baby! Which means that by the end of next week, I should probably beĀ  cleared to be crutch-free every where. The pain is down to about a 1 or 2 at the max and a 0 in most cases. I still haven’t been able to get full flexion but apparently getting that leg straight is a lot more important.

On Friday at the PT, I got on the stationary bike for the first time. It. Was. Extremely. Painful. Apparently 105 degrees is what I needed to be allowed on the bike. I had 110. It still caused shooting pains. All part of the rehab process, I suppose.

I’m looking forward to next week, though. I’ll finally be painkiller free, antibiotics free and hopefully crutches free (by the end of the week). I’ll also be able to cut down my PT appointments to once a week, which will be a welcome break for my wallet. Until then, I guess I’ll be reduced to watching the Indian athletes crash and burn at London and not feel as bad for myself.