I also had my BMI checked and she asked my age so she could put it into the hand-held BMI thing. I told her I was 45. I did my BMI and then she asked more questions, including “How old are you again?” Sigh. Do I have to say it again? You’re in your 20s and I have to admit twice to you I’m 45? Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of my age and am fine with it, but sometimes it is a bit disheartening to hear myself say how old I am in front of the really young.
Ultimately, I’m healthy so that’s all that matters. Shrinkage or not.
So in about forty or fifty years you will be forced to change the title of your blog. My suggestion for the new one is: "Once upon a time there was a tall chick in the city".
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