I went for pre-surgery testing yesterday and had the following conversation with the very nice nurse who was doing the testing (who I found out is my age, so we made an immediate connection):
Her: “Do you know your current weight?”
Me: “Oh yes, I go to Weight Watchers every week.” And then I told her my weight which is about 20 lbs. more than I should weigh.
She wrote that down and then said, “And how tall are you?”
She looked up from the form she was writing on, with a look that either questioned my mental health or my truthfulness — probably both!
To put her mind at rest, I quickly explained my answer.
“That, of course, is factoring in the late-life growth spurt I’m expecting at any minute.”
She laughed and then I told her my real height, 5′ 6 1/2″.
I’m a realist — and if I’m ever going to see “slim” again, I think it’s going to take a miracle just about that big.