Getting older, and shorter

Had to get a new doctor. My previous doc left to start a medical device company, not that I saw her more than a couple of times. New doc insisted on a physical, so it took forever to lock down an appointment.

Takeaways?

  • I’m an inch shorter
  • I’m “close” to the point where doc will hassle me about my weight
  • new doc doesn’t have a clue what fitness is

The shorter bit really stinks. Back in the Navy I measured in repeatedly at 6’2″. My old man was 6’2″, so this was a point of pride for me. Granted, I only weighed about 160 pounds, but I was as tall as the old man. Now, I’m only 6’1″ and, technically, a little shy of that. I don’t have an L5-S1 which disintegrated a while back, and L2-L3 is lacking. L4-L5 was repaired years ago, and it’s probably well deflated again. Sure, I live with intense low back pain daily because of all this, but I was doing a great job of denying the fact that I’m not as tall as I used to be. But no longer. It’s official. I’m 1 inch shorter than I used to be.

I hate saying, “than I used to be.” I don’t care if I turn 50 on my next birthday I hate saying, used to be”

Per my handy-dandy scale I was at 12% body fat this morning. I did a dunk tank test a while back with the results aligning quite well with the body fat scale, so I roll with it. Sure, it’s going to vary a bit, but my body fat % is somewhere around 12%.

New doc pointed out that my BMI was “pretty much OK” and “if it creeps up much above 26, we’ll have to talk.”

Really? Are you kidding me? (normally I’d say, “Are you fucking kidding me?” but I’m trying to swear less).

I’m damn near 50 years old, I’m 6’1″ (excuse me while I wipe away a tear over that one), I weigh between 195-200#’s, I have 12% body fat, and you are going to say anything about my weight because my BMI is over 25? There is not one single person on this planet who would look at me and think, “dude needs to lose a few pounds.” I’m lean. Most people think I’m still a runner because, duh, lean. Skinny. If you noticed earlier, as kid (young adult), I stood 6’2″ and weighed 160#’s. I’m not now, nor have I ever been big. Never.

In all honesty, and knowing nothing about this doctor’s quiver of clients other than she said, “I deal with a lot of older people”, I’d bet I’m in the top-1% fittest in her portfolio.

So, </rant> for now. I’ll get the blood work done that she demanded, but I’ll be finding a new doctor soon.

 

 

 

 

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