When I was in 11th grade, I was 6'2", had a 28" waist and weighed 136 pounds. It sucked, I blew over on windy days and couldn't find pants to save my life. I ate and ate and it made no difference. I would eat a big breakfast, have a mid-morning snack, three sandwiches for lunch, afternoon snack, huge dinner and bedtime snack. I would actually feel wiped out if I didn't eat like this. I hated being thin. I graduated at 6'3", 29" waist and I think that I weighed 142. Up to age 25, I didn't change much. I did grow a little more in height after high school and slowly put on a couple pounds of muscle from my workouts at the gym. I graduated to pants with a 30" waist at 32 years of age. I still have to order pants 30"x36" from catalogs or internet but it is easier than it used to be.

I am constantly amazed by people; I was described by a lady the other day as the tall skinny guy. How would she feel if I called her the short fat woman? Why is one acceptable and the other not.

The school that my son attends sends a letter home every year evaluating his weight. I know that their is a problem with childhood obesity but this seems crazy. He is following after me and is thin. Each year, the report states that he is at 0% bodyfat and his health could be in question. They include a note that we must make sure he is properly fed. No SH*%. Some people are thin but that isn't always a happy place to be.

Steps off soap box and eats pretzel.