|5' 2.75" Alexis playing hopscotch.|
I went into my dad's office at the hospital here in the city in which we live. He has offices in [I think] five different hospitals and one at home as well, but his home base is here. A scale is kept in the hall not far from his office, and my dad told me he should measure and weigh me since it hasn't been done recently. I don't have a problem with being weighed or measured right now since I'm a legal adult and no one can really do anything about it if they don't like my numbers.
I won't say what my weight is because it's a bit depressing. I work hard to take in calories, but they don't seem to remain in my body. I look like a stick figure.
The good news is, however, that I am five-feet-two-and-three-quarters inches in height. When we got home, my dad marked my height against the wall at home and measured with a tape measure, and got the same result. It's official. That doesn't make me quite average in height, but I'm about half an inch taller than I was last time I was measured. I may be finished growing or I may have a little more height to gain. Time will tell.