Let me first start off by saying I’m 6’4″, dammit!
Now let me get into the story… I’ve been to the doctor quite a bit recently. I started working out this summer to try to work off some of the LBs I gained over the past year and I was having some trouble with one of my knees. Well, both actually, but one more than the other. So I went to the doctor and that’s where the trouble began.
Usually when you go to the doctor one of the first things they do is take your height and weight. After 4 trips to the doctors office, they kept describing my height anywhere from 6’2″ to 6’3″ and 1/4.
The nurses finally settled in at….. 6’2″ 1/2. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? That means I’ve shrunk and inch and a half. I blame the short nurses for being unable to see the height chart.
I was once measured at nearly 6’5″! In fact, I still have my high school height/weight measurements. When I was 18 my high school gym teacher measured me at nearly 6’5″. What the heck happened? Is it gravity? Is it because I’m 40? *sigh*
I’m really not happy about this. I want to be 6’4″. I don’t want to be 6’2″.
And another thing, even though I’m lighter than the above weight chart (neveryoumind), the inch and a half shrinkage now means that my weight has less room to move. Aargh! Seriously, this isn’t funny.
I want to be 6’4″. And hang out with celebrities because of my height. See below:
And lounge in my jammies with champagne:
Okay, that’s technically not really Hugh…or is it? But seriously, I want my height back. Period.