I have an adequate amount of height. It’s mostly been a pain in the head, but there are advantages. I’ve never met an upper cabinet I couldn’t reach. I haven’t been to a pool in the last twenty years where the depth exceeded my height.
And nowadays, I also have an adequate amount of weight. I stopped growing up, and now I’m growing out.
I used to be thin. Too thin. In 2012, I weighed 190. I have a picture of myself from back then, and I looked like a World War II POW fresh out of Tokyo. I was so underweight. I weighed 190 at 6’8”. I went from 220 to 190 in less than a year. I looked like a bean pole. I may post that picture in the comments.
Several things contributed to that, like not eating much, exercising too much, and staying on my feet all day at work. I thought I was being healthy, but what I was was ignorant.
I don’t look like that anymore, though. I still have the same height, but the weight has increased exponentially.
Mostly thanks to my amazing wife. She makes mean, authentic Mexican tacos.
The other day, I was getting some food, and someone stopped me mid-stride on my way to my table and told me the percentage of really tall people in the world.
I said, “Huh, whaddya know.” Frankly, I couldn’t care less how many tall people there are in the world. I have no idea about the specifics of the extensive conversation. My heart was not in it.
That piece of information didn’t bless me like what I held in my hands at that exact moment was about to bless me. The world’s percentage of tall people was of little interest to me. My height is of little interest to me.
I had a heaping plateful of freshly fried fish, homemade tartar sauce, hush puppies, and chicken strips.
My heart was set on inhaling every crumb on my plate and going back for seconds. Maybe thirds.
What’s the point of this post? Not much of one.
Except to say that when a large, tall man has a plate full of fried fish, hush puppies, and homemade tartar sauce, hasn’t eaten for fourteen hours, and is walking briskly toward the seating area, keep useless facts and boring conversations (like this post) at a bare minimum.
I, for one, am trying desperately to avoid reaching the rock bottom of living, which is being too thin.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, my refrigerator is calling me.
to those still growing,
– Caleb
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