Still, something on the inside of you pushes you to stay on track, keep pushing, don't give up.
After it happened to me a few times, I questioned the BMI chart, which still categorized me as overweight. "I'm not even in the normal range yet," I told my husband over dinner last night.
"Well, how's that BMI figure calculated, anyway?" he asked with a slight edge to his voice.
"The score is a function of height and weight," I answered calmly between bites.
"Well, what height are you using?" he questioned, even more sarcastically.
"Five foot, six inches," I replied.
"Nonsense!" Myron retorted. "You're 5'7" if you're an inch. How did you measure?"
Grabbing the 60" tape measure from my office, I thrust it in his direction as I backed up against the wall to let him confirm my calculations.
"Okay, step away from the wall," he said, holding the sewing notion with his thumb while pointing toward the floor. "Now, mark where it ends, then drop it down to add the number of inches to five feet."
Suddenly confused, I remarked, "It shows only five additional inches. Are you sure you marked my height at a 90-degree angle?"
One look at his face told me I was about to be wrong.
"See that blank space just past the 60-inch mark?" he said, eyebrows lifted. "You have to add two more inches to make it accurate. That means you're five foot seven inches. Now,
let's finish eating."
Here's the good news. One more inch added to my height finally puts me in the normal BMI range (24.9)!
And on top of that, I'm happy to report one pound lost this week, keeping me on track toward reaching goal weight by August 12.