Overcoming Obstacles: Honey, I Shrunk
I know I’ve been saying how I wanted to lose weight—get smaller—but I didn’t mean in stature. And until a couple of days ago, I didn’t even know that I had lost height. Ok, I’ll admit it was only a quarter of an inch, but still. And maybe I was just having a down day. Or maybe it was because I had just finished working out. All that weight lifting can make you shorter, right?
I was so happy too…at first. I got on the scale to weigh myself, and I lost six pounds. Whoo Hoo! I should have stopped there. But nooooo. I decided to check my height too. No idea why…it wasn’t like I thought maybe I had grown at the young age of fifty-two. So I lifted the scale’s height rod a little a little higher than I figured I needed, stepped back on the scale, and brought it down to my head. And when I looked up I couldn’t believe it. So I tried to stand as tall as humanly possible, but to no avail. I couldn’t stand tall enough to reach 5’ 4 ¼”. And you laugh.
That was my wake-up call. And that is the last millimeter that I intend to lose–vertically anyway. Read On…
