Ok, ordinarily, on a blog about getting fit and eating healthy and losing weight, shrinking would be a good thing. This, I know.
Me - Honey, do me a favor please?
Bill - Do what?
Me - I want to know how tall I am.
Bill - You're that tall (hand hovering dangerously close to hair that I just fixed and applied the AquaNet helmet to)
M - don't touch that. No really, I want to know how tall I am. Why my Tall jeans drag the ground so much now. It can't just be because of losing weight.
B - Ok, hang on..
The Man got a pencil, a level, and a measuring stick. Like the fold-up, every six inches or whatever, yellow stick.
He applied the level to the top of my head (I sacrificed the AquaNet helmet for the greater good, and refluffed later), marked the wall, then unbent the foldy yellow measuring stick.
I'm 5'10", almost 5'11"! No really, I -am-.
Or I used to be, back in high school. I didn't trust his old foldy yellow measure stick, so I went and got MY tape measure (it's bright green and it's usually the only tape measure we can find, because it goes back in the exact same spot it came from Every Time). Yep, 5'8".
I never cared that I've lied for YEARS on my driver's license about my weight - they expect that, right? But my height? I've always been the tall girl - tallest among my friends when I was younger, tallest among.. just lots of people, for so long.
Me - Maybe I'll get a little taller as I lose more weight and don't have to schlub around all this fat anymore.
Bill - Or maybe you'll just have to live with being my short skinny girl.
Me - I can learn to live with that.