Musings at Altitude

I’ve been home for a few days now, and unfortunately (or fortunately depending on your disposition), I’ve had the chance now to watch the habits of my family and based on those habits come to one very important conclusion – life really isn’t fair.  Members of my family have been blessed with special gifts that they probably don’t even know they have, while I’ve been left to struggle with my own special challenges.

A prime example was at breakfast this morning.  I sat down to cherish my special bowl of raisin bran crunch which gives me the required amount of fiber and the perfect amount of vitamins and minerals that allows me to function somewhat effectively as a rapidly aging man.  A few minutes later, my 14 year old comes out and gives my still petite wife a big piece of cake for her breakfast, and then the 14 year old went and warmed up a big pile of homemade mash potatoes.  I was stunned, but evidently this isn’t necessarily abnormal behavior for the two of them.  There wasn’t much pizza left, after all, so instead of pizza they obviously had to have cake and mashed potatoes.  Their breakfast was somewhat topped a couple hours later when my son sat down to eat his breakfast and munched out on donuts and brownies.  Yum yum.  My son is another person that can eat whatever he wants with no consequence to his body, whereas whatever I eat shows up somewhere in an awkwardly looking way within minutes it seems of me smacking down that first bite.

So I sit here today with a body weight heading north of 220 pounds, and not a one of them tops 145 pounds today.  It’s really not fair.  They can eat cake, donuts, brownies, pizza, mashed potatoes, and mega meals for breakfast and I have to pack down fiber – and I have to watch how much fiber I pack down too because all fiber packing people know what fiber does to you.  What’s fair about that?