Now that sounds like something I ought to be excited about, doesn’t it?
Well, it might sound that way but, the truth is, I am NOT ecstatic.
This shrinking has nothing to do with weight. After all, over my lifetime, I’ve probably lost a hundred pounds or so. You know: gain a bunch, lose a few, gain some more, lose a few, gain a lot more, lose a few – and so it goes.
Of course I’ve known for a long time that I’m not tall enough for my weight.
Which brings me back to shrinking.
I was at the doctor’s office last week and, as is typical, I was weighed. Then the nurse asked me for my height. I responded, as I usually do, that I wasn’t tall enough for all of those pounds but that I was probably 5’4” or maybe only 5’3 ½”.
So she said, “Well, let’s find out, okay?”
And so we did.
You just can’t fathom how shocked I was when she smilingly announced that I am only 5’1 ½” tall. Where did those other two or two-and-a-half inches go?
I’m thinking that I’m shrinking
That means I’m not getting taller
I’m thinking if you’re blinking
You might miss me: I’m smaller.
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