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Go Team 2024: Your plans are not the boss of you

Hey Team,

Years ago, during a time when my work was particularly tangly, I had a few sessions with a coach who was helping me prioritize and organize my tasks for a variety of projects. During one of our sessions, we worked together to establish a task list for the next week and we planned to meet on the Friday to assess how things had gone.

Alas, I ended up with a terrible cold and spend most of the following week in bed. When Friday came, I considered cancelling the session because I (foolishly) was embarrassed by how little I had gotten done but I went ahead with the meeting and immediately confessed that I hadn’t done much on my list because I had been sick.

I was expecting her to respond like so many teachers, professors, and bosses had in the past, with a kind of ‘forgiveness’ tinged with the implication that I had actually been slacking off, that I hadn’t really been that sick. Instead though, she responded with the kindest and most sensible question possible:

“Christine, since you were too sick to do the items on your list, why didn’t you change your list?”

This was a revelation.

I didn’t have to feel bad about not being able to work because I was sick. I didn’t have to carry the thought that I *should* (you know I hate that word) work despite being too sick to sit up.

The list could change!

I could rest.

After all, this was *my* list.

It didn’t exist independently, I wasn’t subject to its demands.

My list was supposed to support *me*, it wasn’t supposed to cause me trouble.

My plans were not the boss of me!

Needless to say, I have reminded myself of that fact over and over again in the years since.

One of those times was last week.

After a couple of really busy weeks organizing and running an arts festival, last week was supposed to revolve around two things 1) ordinary, routine tasks that had fallen by the wayside in the festival madness 2) adding some new aspects to my exercise plans for October.

Instead, I woke up on Tuesday to find that my back was protesting. I was in a lot of discomfort and everything I did was at least twice as hard as it usually was and nothing I did seemed to help. Things would get better for a little while and then the muscles would get cranky again.

Luckily, this time my brain required no coaxing to change my list – I just started jettisoning things that could wait and I was very strategic about what tasks I would choose to grit my teeth and push through on.

And since I couldn’t take up my initial plans for additional exercise, I decided to respond to what my body needed in the moment and did extra stretches/resting poses. I would have also been comfortable with dropping the plans entirely for a few days but the pre-existing plan helped me to do more of something that would be good for me overall.

I could have viewed last week in terms of failure – I did not do what I set out to do.

Instead, I chose to see it as a success – I was very successful at reorganizing my plans (and my to do list) so I could get the rest I needed.

Being easy on myself, reorganizing my lists, and changing my plans from vigorous exercises to restful ones made a huge difference in my week, my health, and my peace of mine.

So, Team, I’m wondering if you can do the same for yourself today (or this week, or whenever.)

Can you remind yourself that your lists, your plans, your exercise schedules, are all there to serve *you*, not the other way around?

Can you find ways to get what you need at the moment – whether that is more movement, more rest, more focused time, or more time for your mind to wander?

Yeah, I know that this is all hard to do amidst the pressures of our own expectations (not to mention the societal pressures we live with) but it’s worth a try.

Here’s your gold star for your efforts to remember that you are in charge of your plans, they are not the boss of you.

I wish you ease. đź’š

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Yoga is better in person

I attended a small yoga class on Sunday. It was the first in-person yoga practice, I’ve attended, in years.

I’ve written, previously, about how I enjoy yoga, but it’s not my favourite form of movement. I am committed to a regular routine of running, strength and HIIT workouts. I pepper my routine with yoga.

I went through a phase several years ago when I practiced yoga more frequently. During that time, I met one of my favourite yoga teachers, Lisa. She used to be an instructor at a studio I went to that combined yoga and kettlebell. She became my favourite yoga teacher – in person. She is highly knowledgeable, makes her classes interesting and I just dig her energy. When the world changed and we were locked down, I continued to enjoy her Zoom offerings. I have also enjoyed Yoga with Adrienne, especially her 30 day practice at the beginning of each year. I don’t mean this as a slight but Adrienne’s classes feel more like “stretching for various purposes” than traditional yoga. That can have it’s benefits for when I need “yoga for a tight low back” or “runner’s yoga”.

Even though I’ve gone back to regular gym classes, in person, since 2022 or so, I have continued to limit yoga to the virtual kind. Financially, it doesn’t make sense for me to join a yoga studio, on a regular basis, when I am already paying for a more, all-purpose, gym membership (with no yoga offerings). I may buy passes, here and there, to try a pilates class or yoga class, but I can’t commit to too many regular memberships.

Also, let’s face it, virtual yoga, is convenient. You don’t have to go anywhere, on a specific schedule. You simply unroll your mat and voila! You can pick virtual practices that suit your interest that day and many of those practices are short. Often, I will pick a video that’s 20 minutes and which addresses a specific issue I want to address that day. I used virtual yoga practices when I was having balance issues, this past spring. I was grateful to learn yoga-based grounding exercises when going anywhere was a bit treacherous (on wobbly feet, or more accurately, a wobbly head)

Well, despite the convenience, I siezed the opportunity to break schedule (from “Sunday is Run Day”) and attend Lisa’s yoga class on Sunday. Lisa borrows space from a karate studio about a 45 min walk from me. The scheduled class was quite a bit later than my usual Sunday run time but that gave me the chance to sleep in a bit and try a new-ish bakery in the area along the way and enjoy the sunny autumn morning.

I ran a charity 10km race the day before AND this morning person who typically falls asleep by 9:30/10 pm, went out on a Saturday for a friend’s birthday and didn’t get home until close to 11pm. My body appreciated the later start (11 am – I’m usually out running by 7 am).

It was nice to see Lisa in person at the beginning of class. There were only four of us in class and it was a lovely space for our group in the karate studio. The five of us joked about the guilty pleasure of watching reality tv to escape from day-to-day stresses. Lisa expertly guided us through yogic breathing and intentional movement. The whole class flowed seamlessly through well planned asanas that focussed on our hips. Lisa gently nudged us with useful adjustments. That doesn’t happen in virtual classes. When the class was over, we expressed our gratitude to each other for sharing our time and that we each enjoy the rest of the day. That doesn’t happen in virtual classes, either, not the two-way exchange.

There is a lot to be said about the power of connection. There are ways to be connected, both, virtually and in-person. I am a big supporter of hybrid work arrangements because there are benefits to both. I feel the same way about exercise. There are benefits to the convenience and solititude of solo workouts, in one’s own space.

However, I would argue that yoga is most beneficial when the whole experience – being in a room together, working through breathing and movement – warming up to cooling down, greeting each other and wishing each other well, at the end, provides a form of connection that is not possible virtually.

It makes me wonder what other forms of connection could beneft from more in-person interaction – perhaps conversations about big issues that need patience, intellectual exchange and compromise? I digressed there, of course. My apologies.

Have you enjoyed a yoga practice, in person, recently? Do you prefer it to virtual yoga?

Nicole P. is running, strength training and thinking about more opportunities for in-person yoga practices.

fitness · walking

Night garden walking: it’s a thing

Now that it’s really, actually fall, and the light is changing, it’s time to make plans. What sort of plans, you may wonder. Well, I’m making plans for visiting gardens at night.

Botanical gardens and historic houses and grounds and yes, even fancy cemeteries are now in the business of opening their gates to visitors who get a chance to experience walking the paths in the darkness. Of course, it’s not pitch black dark– these places treat the guests to some sort of themed light show, festooning trees and bushes with colored or sparkling or solemn or other sources of light. It’s totally a thing now.

I’m all in on this for a few reasons.

One, being outside, moving around in a public-ish space in the dark has always appealed to me. Riding bikes at night (especially in warm weather) feels thrilling. If you’re not sure about this, take a look at Sam’s recent post on Biking the Night with Sarah. Walking at night with others, feels fun and novel too.

Two, it’s great that places that rely on donations and admissions and support from the public offer fun ways to do so in the off-seasons, which the flowers are resting and the colors are more discreet and muted. Visiting gardens in winter and at night feels community-minded, and indeed it is.

And three, what’s not to love about pretty lights? They dress up gardens, make cemeteries even more dramatic, and show houses in a new perspective. And, they offer us an excuse to get out and about when we might otherwise stay inside.

My plans include going to the Mount Auburn cemetery Solstice event in December with friends. I went last year and it was lovely and even awe-inspiring. In late October, I’m going to the Night of Illumination at Garden in the Woods, exclusively for members. This one is new for me, as I just joined the Native Plant Trust this year. And I know there’s at least one holiday lights walk at some historic house or other in the offing for late November/early December.

Hey readers, what sorts of evening light walk events are happening in your area? Do you have plans or tickets yet? I’d love to hear from you.

challenge · charity · cycling · fitness

Overcoming Fear: My Journey Biking for Parkinson’s Awareness

by Susan Fullerton

Last Saturday, I biked almost sixty kilometers from Carleton Place to Ottawa as part of a large group of cyclists riding the final leg of the Spinning Wheels Relay to end Parkinson’s (2024). In Ottawa, we gathered with our supporters (including my brother Jeff who acted as chauffeur par excellence for the day) and walked to Parliament Hill, for a celebration around the Centennial Flame. I was proud to be asked to speak and spoke briefly on my experience as part of the East Coast team.  

The Relay was a modification of the Spinning Wheels Tour 2022, which involved three cyclists living with Parkinson’s (Mike, Jim, and Steve) riding across Canada, supported primarily by Mike’s intrepid spouse Darlene. This grassroots ride gathered steam as it went from Victoria to St. John’s, with other people living with Parkinson’s and supporters joining them along the way. I followed their progress and thought it was amazing how they were able to touch the lives of the people that they met throughout the country. I loved their message of hope and encouragement, showing first-hand that exercise and community can make a significant difference in how one lives with Parkinson’s.  

As a result, when they announced that the plan this year was to have teams of people with Parkinson’s ride from coast to coast to coast with a final ride on the Hill, I volunteered to be part of the East Coast team riding in my home province of Nova Scotia. I was nervous about the biking given the expectation was an average daily ride of 100 kilometres. This was significant for me, even on an e-bike, because of my limited training, but also because I haven’t ridden outside much since I broke my tibia in a bike accident in October 2020. 

In deciding to participate I thought of a statement I heard Steve say years ago. “Know your limits, but don’t let fear be one of them.” I knew that the relay team had a support vehicle and that everyone on the team was committed to helping each other finish the ride. As a result, I decided that my collection of fears (of failure, falling, embarrassment of riding an e-bike, etc.) would not be the definitive factor in my decision. Once decided, I went all in and even created a modest fundraiser in which my friends paid to guess how many kilometres I would ride in total. Although my time riding with the East Coast team was shorter than expected, I’m proud of my efforts. 

At times, I can let the fear of my future living with a degenerative debilitating disease overwhelm me. Fear can cloud my judgement, and I can miss seeing a solution in front of me. Perhaps more insidiously, fear may prevent me from taking an action that has a direct positive impact on my illness. 

I was reminded after Saturday’s ride that my bike battery has a range of 30 to 70 kilometers. It turned out my battery died close to the end of the ride, but I knew I’d be fine. I have learned over the last two months participating in the Relay that it helps me to focus on what my body can do, not what it can’t. I pushed myself and finished the ride on my own steam. If I had thought about the battery limits before the ride, I might have let the fear of not being able to finish the ride be determinative. That would have been a tremendous personal loss. It was an amazing day filled with laughter and tears, and it was important for me to participate in the final group ride celebrating the Relay’s success. The key for me is to focus on the positive that is the power of exercise and community support. That is my goal now and in the future. 

Susan spent thirty + years as a government lawyer.  She has a myriad of health issues including Parkinson’s, and currently focuses her time on managing her physical and mental health.

archery · fitness

The Ultimate Motivator

Days ago, I was transported back in time.

This weekend, I had the good fortune of celebrating a friend’s birthday at medieval camp. Good Knights Entertainment in the small town of Three Hills, Alberta, offers an immersive glamping experience with a medieval twist. It’s a place where farmland meets thoughtful landscaping; where ruggedness compels the visitor to believe they have been transported back in time, while simultaneously feeling comfortable and safe among the mowed grass and trodden trails.

Beyond the landscape, evidence of the founders’ passion is found in hand-sewn costumes with inclusive sizing, numerous well-constructed and clean lodging options, and an array of activity offerings.

I am pictured clearing the debris we brought into our Hobbit Hole lodging with a straw broom.

Of these activities, more than half are physical and include archery, sword fighting, and nature walking. Archery, a sport I was introduced to during middle-school gym class, caught my eye during our visit.

During those months of gym class, each time I approached a bow, I transformed. With each step, the millennium era fell away to a medieval one.  Denim jeans, layered tank tops, and rubber sneakers morphed into a cotton tunic over a linen chemise and velvety leather slippers. An internal fierceness would transport my body from the gymnasium to high hills above a trembling army or dense forest. For war or for hunting, I felt within me an adrenaline rush that demanded my focus and attention.  

Then I’d meet the bow. Moulding my fingers around the plastic grip, my left hand would ready itself as my right hand clipped the arrow’s nock into its corresponding point on the string with a satisfying click.

What followed was my favourite part. As I lifted the bow to eye level, my right fingers would roll the string confidently from my palm into the secure notch of my third knuckles, my pointer finger firmly trapping the arrow against the bow. A tilt to the left would begin my pullback, and nothing felt more satisfying than when my middle finger grazed the corner of my mouth and rested, ready to launch, ready for battle.

This is the image I had in mind when I approached the bow at Good Knights. There I was in the medieval garb that had once been mere imagination. This was my dream-come-true moment.

Though the arrow was missing because we were there to pose for photos and not engage in an archery lesson (we were a group of gals that chose moments of chatter over planned events during this particular visit), I approached the setup with imaginative vigor. I was about to be the strong female triumphing in an era when women were given little to no recognition outside of their homes.

We lined up. We grabbed the bows. My left hand welcomed the sweet caress of the grip. The right hand readied and I drank up excitement as I rolled the string along my fingers. My cheek quaked with anticipation of being kissed by my fingertip. So I pulled back. I pulled back. I—pulled—back—I…couldn’t. I was thirteen the last time I drew back a bow. It had felt so easy, yet over half a lifetime later, I couldn’t even bring the string close to my face.

I was stunned and disappointed. Instead of being transported to the harsh hills of the 14th century, or even to the body-odoured gymnasium of 2 decades ago, I became grossly aware of my reality.

Our group posing for our archery picture. Myself in blue struggling to keep my bow taut.

Where medieval women had strength built from hauling heavy fabrics, tending to their gardens, and hoisting children as they scrubbed and laboured over the household chores, my strength has been worn away from a life of easy-glide mops, portable vacuums, laundry and dishwashing machines, and cartoons. I’m not fighting raiding outlaws, fending off wild animals, or walking kilometers a day to market. I’m reading on a couch, sweating over a stovetop, or driving the 700 meters uphill to our school when we’re running late.

Once again, I am faced with the reality that if I want to meet my fitness goals, I need to do more than dream of other me’s in other worlds.

If you are an archer, I respect you and ask that you reserve judgment on my naivety regarding your sport. It is an art and a strength to use a bow and arrow. Perhaps this will finally motivate me to work on that strength-building that my doctor has encouraged me to do for some time now. Who knew that a journey across Alberta and through my memory would be the ultimate motivator?

I hope to visit Good Knights again to partake in all of their immersive activities, and I will be testing my fitness growth at the archery range. May all my disappointments in life spur me into healthy lifestyle choices. Here’s hoping I hit the bullseye on this one.

Please visit www.goodknights.ca to learn about this incredible business. If you find yourself on the Albertan plains or aching to fulfill a childhood dream, stay for a visit.

Stephanie Morris is a transcriptionist and writer based in Alberta, Canada. She is a wife, a mom of two, and a newcomer to the career-writing world. As a fancier of history and literature, she aspires to blend the two in fiction and nonfiction pieces. To follow Stephanie’s writing adventures, find her at @words.and.smores on Instagram.

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The Fit Feminist Week in Review, #ICYMI

Wow. It’s been a busy week here at the blog.

Cheryl reported about her IRONMAN World Championship Race in Nice.

Tracy told her story of the Howling Ghost 8 km fall trail run in Aylmer.

I reported in about Bike the Night in Guelph.

Mina wrote about renewal and running and Martha is looking for ways to deal with all of the stress in her life.

Have a great weekend!

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Trail running ghosts. Photo by jennifer jaser on Pexels.com
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Fit is a Feminist Issue and our Fall 2024 Schedule

We’ve got our regular weekly bloggers. That’s Sam on Mondays, Catherine on Sundays, and Christine on Tuesdays.

Diane posts almost weekly!

And then we’ve got blog regulars who post on a monthly basis.  That’s Amanda Lynn, Martha,  Stephanie,  Savita, and Mina.

We’ve also got a lot of people now who don’t commit to a regular spot but who chime in when they have something to say. That’s Cate, Tracy, Nicole, Nat, Susan, Amy,  Elan, Kim, and Bettina.

Here’s what our monthly schedule looks like!

Week 1

Monday is me

Tuesday is Christine

Wednesday is Mina

Thursday is #tbt

Friday is Martha

Saturday is Stephanie

Sunday is Catherine

Week 2

Monday is Samantha

Tuesday is  Christine

Wednesday is Diane

Thursday is #tbt

Friday is open

Saturday is Savita

Sunday is Catherine

Week 3

Monday is Sam

Tuesday is  Christine

Wednesday is Catherine

Thursday is #tbt

Friday is Diane

Saturday is Amanda Lynn

Sunday is Catherine

Week 4

Monday is Sam

Tuesday is Christine

Wednesday is Diane

Thursday is #tbt

Friday is OPEN

Saturday is OPEN

Sunday is Catherine

Want to guest post for us? Drop me a line with your ideas. I’m samanthajbrennan and that’s at gmail.com.

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Eat the stress elephant, one bite at a time

I’ve had a lot of stress this year. More than I care to handle, to be honest, so I’ve been taking steps to manage it, so I can reduce the negative effects it can have on my health.

There’s lots written about stress. It can cause anxiety and/or depression, raise your blood pressure, affect your sleep, and alter your eating habits and physical activity.

One of my daily newsletters shared an article from NPR on how to manage stress from a skills development point of view. I’ve always been interested in the concept of resilience, where people can manage the impact and recover from stressful events.

Turns out you can learn and apply simple skills to manage stress. One researcher, in particular, has been focusing on eight key skills we can learn to change our relationship with stress and minimize its negative effects on our health.

Image shows multiple coloured umbrellas against a bright blue sky. Photo by guy stevens on Unsplash

According to Judith Moskowitz, these skills are focused on cultivating positive emotions which help us deal better with daily stress: “Even when they’re going through hardship, people still want to talk about positive things, like seeing a lovely sunset or sharing a meal with a friend. And the people who notice more of these bright spots tend to cope better.”

This doesn’t mean you get to be all Pollyanna about life instead of Debbie Downer. It means you can create a toolbox that will help you smooth out the little annoyances that get in the way of moving forward effectively.

1. Positive events

It’s easy to wallow in the negative. Look for the good things. It could be a perfect fluffy cloud, the best cup of tea, or the first red leaf of fall. Take time to notice, to observe, to feel the small pleasures.

2. Savoring

Make the moment last. Remember that nice meal, the great chat with a friend, or the birthday party you went to last month. Re-experience positive feelings through photos, mementoes or memories, or amplify them by journaling for later enjoyment.

3. Gratitude

Several of my friends post three good things as a quick gratitude note. Feeling grateful not only gives you a good boost, it could extend your life. Ask yourself: what brought joy to your day? It doesn’t have to be big; I was really happy I got to sleep in two days in a row last weekend.

4. Daily mindfulness

Between work and family, personal relationships and our community commitments, we are always thinking, planning, worrying, and anticipating. Taking ten minutes in the morning, afternoon and evening to practice daily mindfulness gives us a chance to calm the buzz our busy thoughts impose on our brains. Many people find a series of calming breaths to be helpful as a way to slow things down and remove the pressure of rushing.

5. Positive reappraisal

Reframing something unfortunate or unexpected as an opportunity or a positive outcome helps you switch to a more positive mindset. Ask yourself: is there a silver lining here? During the pandemic, we all learned to pivot, and that’s a really useful skill when life gets in the way of our plans.

6. Self-compassion

One of my favourite viral videos is a little girl snowboarding. As she negotiates some curves and bumps, she tells herself she might fall, or she might not, and that’s okay. We can often be our own worst enemies; negative self-talk is a big part of that. Be kind to yourself. Remember those good things we talked about earlier? Now is the time to take those out and be reminded of the good things you bring to life.

7. Personal strengths

Another way to avoid the trap of negative self-talk is to highlight your strengths. Ask yourself what are you good at? Think about a time your good listening skills paid off or when your attention to detail avoided a bigger problem from developing. Remembering achievements both big and small is a good way to bring positivity to your daily life.

8. Attainable goals

When I was a kid, the phrase, “don’t bite off more than you can chew,” puzzled me. As a grown up, I know it means recognizing your strengths, managing your limits and setting reasonable goals. Smaller steps lead to big gains; steady progress maintains momentum.

How about you? What skills do you have now and what skills would you like to practice for the future? Let us know in the comments!

MarthaFitat55 lives, works and trains on the East Coast of Canada.

cardio · Dancing · fitness · strength training · tbt · weight lifting · weight loss

Ozempic butt, ballerina bodies, and near-impossible beauty ideals

What a day in the world of fitness-focused social media. Two new phrases passed my way. Two new impossible-to-achieve body types. First, being thin without a thin butt, that is, avoiding Ozempic butt. Second, the ballerina body.

See Ozempic is transforming your gym? for my introduction to the phrase “Ozempic butt.”

Talking about the pressure gyms are facing to move to strength training instead of cardio as their main focus, Brooke Masters writes, “Weight-loss drugs will exacerbate the pressure. As the drugs gain acceptance, fewer people are likely to rely on exercise as their primary weight loss tool and the drugs’ side effects, nausea and intestinal distress, can make high-impact cardio activities uncomfortable. However, GLP-1 users still need the gym. Studies suggest that the drugs cause significant muscle loss along with fat, leading to problems with balance and mobility as well as saggy skin sometimes dubbed “Ozempic butt”. Strength training seems to be the answer not just for GLP-1 users but everyone else. A growing body of medical literature suggests strength training cuts mortality, particularly for women, while also helping to prevent osteoporosis and relieving the symptoms of depression. “It’s gone from being health and fitness to health and wellness, which is a lot more holistic” says Eleanor Scott, a partner on PwC’s leisure strategy team.”

(Two quick comments from the peanut gallery over here. I think any method of rapid weight loss, indeed any method of weight loss without strength training, has this problem. And I think, in general the move to strength training makes sense for gyms because the pandemic taught me that while I can run and bike at home, I really like having a bench, a squat rack, and lots of heavy weights and benches at the gym. Also, we’re learning how much strength training matters for older people.)

And then the She’s a Beast blog introduced to me to the ballerina body as an ideal, which is just about as silly and unreachable as it sounds. See What is so wrong with wanting a ‘ballerina body’?

Casey Johnston writes,”It feels important to note that not every body aesthetic is unrealistic or expressive of patriarchal oppression. But, “ballerina body,” I mean…… come on. And this is not even to say that ballerinas are per se unhealthy! (Though the industry certainly has its issues). Ballet dancers do lift weights! But the body of a ballet dancer, just as with the elusive “swimmer’s body” for men, is inversely selective to what we perceive from the outside: They are ballet dancers because they have a particular body; they don’t develop a particular body from being ballet dancers. It has so little to do with training and so much to do with genetics that it’s nothing but an illusion, in terms of attainability.”

We’ve written a bit about the role of genetics too. See Tracy’s Is It True that Endurance Training Won’t Make You Thin and Lean Anymore Than Playing Basketball Will Make You Tall and Lanky?

Back to original content tomorrow, when #tbt comes to an end!

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Ballerinas, in white, against a blue floor. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
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Still thinking about fatness and fitness, #tbt

I’m teaching a class in Philosophy of Food and this week we talked about Michael Pollan and food and some feminist responses to his work.

Here’s Michael Pollan:

The students really liked Can’t Stomach It: How Michael Pollan et al. Made Me Want to Eat Cheetos by julie guthman. We spent a lot of time talking about obesity, fatphobia, and the imperative to be thin. More positively we talked about ways of thinking about Pollan’s “eat mostly plants” message in a less individualistic way. 

I’ve also been rereading and writing about Kate Manne’s book, Unshrinking: How to Face Fatphobia. It has been shortlisted for the National Book Award. Yay Kate!

All of that made me think about my old post. It’s one of my oldest on the blog. It discusses the connection between fatness and fitness. It also critiques the stupidity of using BMI as a measure of anything significant.

Here it is:

Fit, Fat, and What’s Wrong with BMI

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