A weight Obsession and it’s not MY BODY
LATER THIS YEAR I WILL CELEBRATE MY 50TH BIRTHDAY.
I’ve never really worried about weight, but recently I have become a weight fanatic, obsessed with every gram. I’m not referring to my own bodyweight – I like the fat, muscle, bones and other bits that collectively make up my body as it allows me to go tramping. And there’s no way I would want to weigh any less; if anything, I’m a woman who has thigh-envy of female sprint cyclists as I wonder if bigger quads might make carrying a heavy pack a bit easier. At 1.68m and 60kg, you could say I’m a bit of a lightweight.
As I’ve become older I’ve found my body hasn’t appreciated the loads I’ve asked
