Guest guest Posted December 14, 2008 Report Share Posted December 14, 2008 Dear fitcouple, You have certainly given me some good entertainment this morning. I could relate to almost every answer you gave, and then som. And you know what? I don't blame you about the height thing. I am tall, very tall. And, I hated it growing up...until I got to the age when I had to really, really stand TALL to continue to be measured at the magic number it had always been. And I thought to myself, what do you know, I always thought I'd welcome shrinking, and I don't (and I'm around, maybe slightly over, five eleven. Ok, now you probably will have no sympathy at all for me). I'm having a THR in February. The doctor mentioned it might affect my height. I am not sure I want to be taller, but...I also don't want to be shorter. Partly for the same reason as you (weight) and partly because it's just part of who I am to be five eleven, an Amazon among women. I know it won't make you feel any better, but I would have given quite a lot to be five five when I was a teenager...!!! Jane ---- fitcouples <fitcouples@...> wrote: > I went to my doc this week for my annual exam and after the joyless task of getting on the > scale, she asked me if I knew how tall I was. " Shheesh.yes, of COURSE, I do. " I answered. > " Five Seven " I told her. > Then I went on to say " actually I used to be five seven and then about ten years ago I got > miniaturized somehow and lost an inch. > I think my kids must've beat me down in more ways than one so now I'm five six. > I'd call it at a little over five six. > Still almost five seven really. " > I admit this to her because docs have a way of getting the truth out of me that no other > human being could pry from me, even by poking needles into my eyeballs. > The doctor's form is filled out something like this: > Unprotected sex? Yes, many times. But not recently like in the past couple decades. But > don't tell my kids,or I will be forced to lie to them.And in my defense, there's no box to > check to say how cute he was. > Experimented with recreational drugs? No.I mean, well, no. Yes. No. Can these > things show up in your urine? ok, yes. > My kids don't know this either. > How often? Oh for criminy sakes does that really matter? I'm not running for president. > Have you ever smoked? I'm a fitness queen, not a saint! > And drinking? How much you ask? Can I substitute the words " times a week " for " drinks > per week " ? and does a globe of wine count as a glass even though it's big enough for a > goldfish? > I feel like scribbling in the margins " You want the truth Doc? > You can't HANDLE the truth! " > My point is that I should've just insisted that I'm still five seven, no need to squabble about > reality. > I simply prefer the model-esque ring of five seven. > She looked DOWN > at me now that I think about it > and said snidely > " let's just take a quick look.Hop on. " > Blindly I stepped back on the scale-who's idea was this to make women get on a scale, > the mini evil torture chamber of every well-stocked bathroom, to check your height? Some > man I suppose. > Anyway I humor her and step on the gallows and she says > " You're five five. " > > > (dead silence from me) > Look I was fine with five six. > I'd accepted it and moved on. > I'd almost forgotten the sweet memory of five seven. But. > I am NOT five five. > > Am I? > Yes my former doctor replied. > The rest of the exam was a blur of stirrups and speculums(I've never liked the sound of > that word much either) while I tried not to cry on my paper gown. > Luckily none of you were on the road last Tuesday afternoon while returning from the > doc's because my mind lurched every time I passed a speed limit sign, > mocking me with those double digits that earlier this morning were innocent numbers. > 55! > 55! > MPH now stood for " My Pitiful Height. " > She might as well have told me I'd turned into a monkey. > It was that hard to get my mind around. > Weight fluctuates. > That I am used to. > I've even remained calm during a twin pregnancy and the 50 weight gain that > accompanied that. > Up, down, up, no problem. > Lots of bodily parts and bodily functions fluctuate. > Hair,moods, even skin and temperature. > But height, after your teens, does not go up then down then up. > It is as predictable and unchanging as your birthday. > I thought. > Here all along I've been thinking my teenage kids were getting taller but actually I've been > getting shorter. > > I expected my height to always be there for me and now it's one inch closer to the ground. > I've had my new hips for almost a year and up til now hadn't thought of height at all.We > will all end up on the ground someday anyway,I guess.(sigh) > An inch! Whoever said an inch doesn't matter is either tall, lying or already well-endowed. > And later on, after I'd finished ruminating on why it wasn't the other way around-my > height staying the same and my weight going down instead of my height going down and > my weight staying the same, it dawned on me why I was so upset. > > I have always used the weight to height ratio calculation > to gauge how much I should weigh. This rule says 100 pounds for five feet and five ell- > bees for every inch above that. > So at my former height of five seven, > I am at my ideal weight when I weigh 135 or under. > This is doable with some diligence. Five six means I have to strive for 130 which is more of > a magic number these days as opposed to 134 which I think is my set point. > The horrible truth of this situation is that at five five, I am only given ......one hundred > ...twenty....five pounds! > I haven't weighed 125 since, well, since before I did all those things that I had to check yes > to on the doctor's form. > I want to be able to weigh what a five seven woman gets to weigh. > Why? > Because my body doesn't know it's five five. > My body still thinks it's five seven. > Or is it really still five seven but my physical inches are just not showing up on the > measurer-thingie. > Like when we know we've lost weight from working out because our jeans feel loose but > we still weigh the same. > > Answer me this-if muscle weighs more than fat so you are really thinner, > then what is taller than inches when you get shorter? > (Maybe it's brain cells when I go back and reread that last sentence) > So. I guess I will try to stand tall and hope my missing inch shows up eventually. > Because at this rate, losing an inch a decade, I will look like Dr.Ruth by the time I'm her > age. > So my question is. > does hip replacement make you shorter? > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 14, 2008 Report Share Posted December 14, 2008 Thank you for that humorous, enjoyable Sunday morning read with my coffee. I also have a similar tale of woe, For all my life I was 5foot 3 and a half inches tall. Try being that height with a sister who is 5 foot 11 inches and a brother who is 6 foot two inches. People then turn and look at me and say what the heck happened to you? I have always hung on to my half inch over 5'3 " because, well, it mattered. That half inch made me closer to 5'4''. For years and years, we have been measuring our kids, just like my dad would measure me and my siblings over the years. Usually every holiday, my dad would bring out the measuring board to monitor our heights and just recently I finally strode up to the board to make sure I was still on track. Imagine my shock and horror when I stepped away from the board to find that I had lost my half inch!!! I am only 5'3'' now!!!! Did I lose it when I had my first THR 16 months ago? I don't know. Maybe it was lost before then because I hadn't been to " the board " in several years because I didn't feel the need to confirm what I had always known to be true. I had my second THR 4 months ago and I have to say I am afraid to go back to the board. I am afraid it will say I am 5 foot 2 and a half. So to answer your question.....does a THR make you shorter.....my answer is I dont know. was I shorter before the first THR and I didnt even know it? Maybe so. I might have to put on my big girl panties and make my way to the board to find out for sure what I am left with after the second THR. I don't want to be accused of falsifying my medical records by writing incorrect information down.... From: fitcouples <fitcouples@...> Subject: I'm shorter now Joint Replacement Date: Sunday, December 14, 2008, 6:19 AM I went to my doc this week for my annual exam and after the joyless task of getting on the scale, she asked me if I knew how tall I was. " Shheesh.yes, of COURSE, I do.. " I answered. " Five Seven " I told her. Then I went on to say " actually I used to be five seven and then about ten years ago I got miniaturized somehow and lost an inch. I think my kids must've beat me down in more ways than one so now I'm five six. I'd call it at a little over five six. Still almost five seven really. " I admit this to her because docs have a way of getting the truth out of me that no other human being could pry from me, even by poking needles into my eyeballs. The doctor's form is filled out something like this: Unprotected sex? Yes, many times. But not recently like in the past couple decades. But don't tell my kids,or I will be forced to lie to them.And in my defense, there's no box to check to say how cute he was. Experimented with recreational drugs? No.I mean, well, no. Yes. No. Can these things show up in your urine? ok, yes. My kids don't know this either. How often? Oh for criminy sakes does that really matter? I'm not running for president. Have you ever smoked? I'm a fitness queen, not a saint! And drinking? How much you ask? Can I substitute the words " times a week " for " drinks per week " ? and does a globe of wine count as a glass even though it's big enough for a goldfish? I feel like scribbling in the margins " You want the truth Doc? You can't HANDLE the truth! " My point is that I should've just insisted that I'm still five seven, no need to squabble about reality. I simply prefer the model-esque ring of five seven. She looked DOWN at me now that I think about it and said snidely " let's just take a quick look.Hop on. " Blindly I stepped back on the scale-who's idea was this to make women get on a scale, the mini evil torture chamber of every well-stocked bathroom, to check your height? Some man I suppose. Anyway I humor her and step on the gallows and she says " You're five five. " (dead silence from me) Look I was fine with five six. I'd accepted it and moved on. I'd almost forgotten the sweet memory of five seven. But. I am NOT five five. Am I? Yes my former doctor replied. The rest of the exam was a blur of stirrups and speculums(I' ve never liked the sound of that word much either) while I tried not to cry on my paper gown. Luckily none of you were on the road last Tuesday afternoon while returning from the doc's because my mind lurched every time I passed a speed limit sign, mocking me with those double digits that earlier this morning were innocent numbers. 55! 55! MPH now stood for " My Pitiful Height. " She might as well have told me I'd turned into a monkey. It was that hard to get my mind around. Weight fluctuates. That I am used to. I've even remained calm during a twin pregnancy and the 50 weight gain that accompanied that. Up, down, up, no problem. Lots of bodily parts and bodily functions fluctuate. Hair,moods, even skin and temperature. But height, after your teens, does not go up then down then up. It is as predictable and unchanging as your birthday. I thought. Here all along I've been thinking my teenage kids were getting taller but actually I've been getting shorter. I expected my height to always be there for me and now it's one inch closer to the ground. I've had my new hips for almost a year and up til now hadn't thought of height at all.We will all end up on the ground someday anyway,I guess.(sigh) An inch! Whoever said an inch doesn't matter is either tall, lying or already well-endowed. And later on, after I'd finished ruminating on why it wasn't the other way around-my height staying the same and my weight going down instead of my height going down and my weight staying the same, it dawned on me why I was so upset. I have always used the weight to height ratio calculation to gauge how much I should weigh. This rule says 100 pounds for five feet and five ell- bees for every inch above that. So at my former height of five seven, I am at my ideal weight when I weigh 135 or under. This is doable with some diligence. Five six means I have to strive for 130 which is more of a magic number these days as opposed to 134 which I think is my set point. The horrible truth of this situation is that at five five, I am only given .......one hundred .....twenty... .five pounds! I haven't weighed 125 since, well, since before I did all those things that I had to check yes to on the doctor's form. I want to be able to weigh what a five seven woman gets to weigh. Why? Because my body doesn't know it's five five. My body still thinks it's five seven. Or is it really still five seven but my physical inches are just not showing up on the measurer-thingie. Like when we know we've lost weight from working out because our jeans feel loose but we still weigh the same. Answer me this-if muscle weighs more than fat so you are really thinner, then what is taller than inches when you get shorter? (Maybe it's brain cells when I go back and reread that last sentence) So. I guess I will try to stand tall and hope my missing inch shows up eventually. Because at this rate, losing an inch a decade, I will look like Dr.Ruth by the time I'm her age. So my question is. does hip replacement make you shorter? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 14, 2008 Report Share Posted December 14, 2008 lol... I am the five foot eleven inch sister. And I always envied you growing up!!!! Jane ---- iamflustered insocal <iamflusteredinsocal@...> wrote: > Thank you for that humorous, enjoyable Sunday morning read with my coffee. >  > I also have a similar tale of woe, For all my life I was 5foot 3 and a half inches tall. > Try being that height with a sister who is 5 foot 11 inches and a brother who is 6 foot two inches. People then turn and look at me and say what the heck happened to you? >  > I have always hung on to my half inch over 5'3 " because, well, it mattered. That half inch made me closer to 5'4''. > For years and years, we have been measuring our kids, just like my dad would measure me and my siblings over the years. > Usually every holiday, my dad would bring out the measuring board to monitor our heights and just recently I finally strode up to the board to make sure I was still on track. > Imagine my shock and horror when I stepped away from the board to find that I had lost my half inch!!!  I am only 5'3'' now!!!!  Did I lose it when I had my first THR 16 months ago? > I don't know. Maybe it was lost before then because I hadn't been to " the board " in several years because I didn't feel the need to confirm what I had always known to be true. > I had my second THR 4 months ago and I have to say I am afraid to go back to the board. > I am afraid it will say I am 5 foot 2 and a half. > So to answer your question.....does a THR make you shorter.....my answer is I dont know. was I shorter before the first THR and I didnt even know it? Maybe so. > I might have to put on my big girl panties and make my way to the board to find out for sure what I am left with after the second THR. I don't want to be accused of falsifying my medical records by writing incorrect information down.... > > > > From: fitcouples <fitcouples@...> > Subject: I'm shorter now > Joint Replacement > Date: Sunday, December 14, 2008, 6:19 AM > > > > > > > I went to my doc this week for my annual exam and after the joyless task of getting on the > scale, she asked me if I knew how tall I was. " Shheesh.yes, of COURSE, I do.. " I answered. > " Five Seven " I told her. > Then I went on to say " actually I used to be five seven and then about ten years ago I got > miniaturized somehow and lost an inch. > I think my kids must've beat me down in more ways than one so now I'm five six. > I'd call it at a little over five six. > Still almost five seven really. " > I admit this to her because docs have a way of getting the truth out of me that no other > human being could pry from me, even by poking needles into my eyeballs. > The doctor's form is filled out something like this: > Unprotected sex? Yes, many times. But not recently like in the past couple decades. But > don't tell my kids,or I will be forced to lie to them.And in my defense, there's no box to > check to say how cute he was. > Experimented with recreational drugs? No.I mean, well, no. Yes. No. Can these > things show up in your urine? ok, yes. > My kids don't know this either. > How often? Oh for criminy sakes does that really matter? I'm not running for president. > Have you ever smoked? I'm a fitness queen, not a saint! > And drinking? How much you ask? Can I substitute the words " times a week " for " drinks > per week " ? and does a globe of wine count as a glass even though it's big enough for a > goldfish? > I feel like scribbling in the margins " You want the truth Doc? > You can't HANDLE the truth! " > My point is that I should've just insisted that I'm still five seven, no need to squabble about > reality. > I simply prefer the model-esque ring of five seven. > She looked DOWN > at me now that I think about it > and said snidely > " let's just take a quick look.Hop on. " > Blindly I stepped back on the scale-who's idea was this to make women get on a scale, > the mini evil torture chamber of every well-stocked bathroom, to check your height? Some > man I suppose. > Anyway I humor her and step on the gallows and she says > " You're five five. " > > (dead silence from me) > Look I was fine with five six. > I'd accepted it and moved on. > I'd almost forgotten the sweet memory of five seven. But. > I am NOT five five. > > Am I? > Yes my former doctor replied. > The rest of the exam was a blur of stirrups and speculums(I' ve never liked the sound of > that word much either) while I tried not to cry on my paper gown. > Luckily none of you were on the road last Tuesday afternoon while returning from the > doc's because my mind lurched every time I passed a speed limit sign, > mocking me with those double digits that earlier this morning were innocent numbers. > 55! > 55! > MPH now stood for " My Pitiful Height. " > She might as well have told me I'd turned into a monkey. > It was that hard to get my mind around. > Weight fluctuates. > That I am used to. > I've even remained calm during a twin pregnancy and the 50 weight gain that > accompanied that. > Up, down, up, no problem. > Lots of bodily parts and bodily functions fluctuate. > Hair,moods, even skin and temperature. > But height, after your teens, does not go up then down then up. > It is as predictable and unchanging as your birthday. > I thought. > Here all along I've been thinking my teenage kids were getting taller but actually I've been > getting shorter. > > I expected my height to always be there for me and now it's one inch closer to the ground. > I've had my new hips for almost a year and up til now hadn't thought of height at all.We > will all end up on the ground someday anyway,I guess.(sigh) > An inch! Whoever said an inch doesn't matter is either tall, lying or already well-endowed. > And later on, after I'd finished ruminating on why it wasn't the other way around-my > height staying the same and my weight going down instead of my height going down and > my weight staying the same, it dawned on me why I was so upset. > > I have always used the weight to height ratio calculation > to gauge how much I should weigh. This rule says 100 pounds for five feet and five ell- > bees for every inch above that. > So at my former height of five seven, > I am at my ideal weight when I weigh 135 or under. > This is doable with some diligence. Five six means I have to strive for 130 which is more of > a magic number these days as opposed to 134 which I think is my set point. > The horrible truth of this situation is that at five five, I am only given .......one hundred > ....twenty... .five pounds! > I haven't weighed 125 since, well, since before I did all those things that I had to check yes > to on the doctor's form. > I want to be able to weigh what a five seven woman gets to weigh. > Why? > Because my body doesn't know it's five five. > My body still thinks it's five seven. > Or is it really still five seven but my physical inches are just not showing up on the > measurer-thingie. > Like when we know we've lost weight from working out because our jeans feel loose but > we still weigh the same. > > Answer me this-if muscle weighs more than fat so you are really thinner, > then what is taller than inches when you get shorter? > (Maybe it's brain cells when I go back and reread that last sentence) > So. I guess I will try to stand tall and hope my missing inch shows up eventually. > Because at this rate, losing an inch a decade, I will look like Dr.Ruth by the time I'm her > age. > So my question is. > does hip replacement make you shorter? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 14, 2008 Report Share Posted December 14, 2008 okay thats funny!!!! see......we always want what we don't have!!! > > From: fitcouples <fitcouples (DOT) com> > Subject: [Total_Joint_ Replacement] I'm shorter now > Total_Joint_ Replacement > Date: Sunday, December 14, 2008, 6:19 AM > > > > > > > I went to my doc this week for my annual exam and after the joyless task of getting on the > scale, she asked me if I knew how tall I was. " Shheesh.yes, of COURSE, I do.. " I answered. > " Five Seven " I told her. > Then I went on to say " actually I used to be five seven and then about ten years ago I got > miniaturized somehow and lost an inch. > I think my kids must've beat me down in more ways than one so now I'm five six. > I'd call it at a little over five six. > Still almost five seven really. " > I admit this to her because docs have a way of getting the truth out of me that no other > human being could pry from me, even by poking needles into my eyeballs. > The doctor's form is filled out something like this: > Unprotected sex? Yes, many times. But not recently like in the past couple decades. But > don't tell my kids,or I will be forced to lie to them.And in my defense, there's no box to > check to say how cute he was. > Experimented with recreational drugs? No.I mean, well, no. Yes. No. Can these > things show up in your urine? ok, yes. > My kids don't know this either. > How often? Oh for criminy sakes does that really matter? I'm not running for president. > Have you ever smoked? I'm a fitness queen, not a saint! > And drinking? How much you ask? Can I substitute the words " times a week " for " drinks > per week " ? and does a globe of wine count as a glass even though it's big enough for a > goldfish? > I feel like scribbling in the margins " You want the truth Doc? > You can't HANDLE the truth! " > My point is that I should've just insisted that I'm still five seven, no need to squabble about > reality. > I simply prefer the model-esque ring of five seven. > She looked DOWN > at me now that I think about it > and said snidely > " let's just take a quick look.Hop on. " > Blindly I stepped back on the scale-who's idea was this to make women get on a scale, > the mini evil torture chamber of every well-stocked bathroom, to check your height? Some > man I suppose. > Anyway I humor her and step on the gallows and she says > " You're five five. " > > (dead silence from me) > Look I was fine with five six. > I'd accepted it and moved on. > I'd almost forgotten the sweet memory of five seven. But. > I am NOT five five. > > Am I? > Yes my former doctor replied. > The rest of the exam was a blur of stirrups and speculums(I' ve never liked the sound of > that word much either) while I tried not to cry on my paper gown. > Luckily none of you were on the road last Tuesday afternoon while returning from the > doc's because my mind lurched every time I passed a speed limit sign, > mocking me with those double digits that earlier this morning were innocent numbers. > 55! > 55! > MPH now stood for " My Pitiful Height. " > She might as well have told me I'd turned into a monkey. > It was that hard to get my mind around. > Weight fluctuates. > That I am used to. > I've even remained calm during a twin pregnancy and the 50 weight gain that > accompanied that. > Up, down, up, no problem. > Lots of bodily parts and bodily functions fluctuate. > Hair,moods, even skin and temperature. > But height, after your teens, does not go up then down then up. > It is as predictable and unchanging as your birthday. > I thought. > Here all along I've been thinking my teenage kids were getting taller but actually I've been > getting shorter. > > I expected my height to always be there for me and now it's one inch closer to the ground. > I've had my new hips for almost a year and up til now hadn't thought of height at all.We > will all end up on the ground someday anyway,I guess.(sigh) > An inch! Whoever said an inch doesn't matter is either tall, lying or already well-endowed. > And later on, after I'd finished ruminating on why it wasn't the other way around-my > height staying the same and my weight going down instead of my height going down and > my weight staying the same, it dawned on me why I was so upset. > > I have always used the weight to height ratio calculation > to gauge how much I should weigh. This rule says 100 pounds for five feet and five ell- > bees for every inch above that. > So at my former height of five seven, > I am at my ideal weight when I weigh 135 or under. > This is doable with some diligence. Five six means I have to strive for 130 which is more of > a magic number these days as opposed to 134 which I think is my set point. > The horrible truth of this situation is that at five five, I am only given .......one hundred > ....twenty.. . .five pounds! > I haven't weighed 125 since, well, since before I did all those things that I had to check yes > to on the doctor's form. > I want to be able to weigh what a five seven woman gets to weigh. > Why? > Because my body doesn't know it's five five. > My body still thinks it's five seven. > Or is it really still five seven but my physical inches are just not showing up on the > measurer-thingie. > Like when we know we've lost weight from working out because our jeans feel loose but > we still weigh the same. > > Answer me this-if muscle weighs more than fat so you are really thinner, > then what is taller than inches when you get shorter? > (Maybe it's brain cells when I go back and reread that last sentence) > So. I guess I will try to stand tall and hope my missing inch shows up eventually. > Because at this rate, losing an inch a decade, I will look like Dr.Ruth by the time I'm her > age. > So my question is. > does hip replacement make you shorter? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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