I'm vertically challenged (LOL!). How's four-feet, eleven inches tall? I'm quite adept at climbing on shelves in the supermarket to reach those boxes stacked high up by tall (on ladders) workers. I can maneuver through crowds easily to get to the front (met famous people that way). When I was a child and bemoaned the fact that I was the smallest in class, my father repeatedly said, "Good things come in small packages." I hated that, didn't think he really understood, but in a way it greatly helped my self-esteem. And I guess my stormy personality probably parted many crowds, too. I'm little, but watch out!
And I know that being short, a few pounds looks and feels like a lot of weight. But to deny a craving or two, I dunno. I'd rather have that cookie or cake than broccoli and cauliflower. But that's me. And I'm a chocoholic.
Okay. I'm rambling. Sorry!
