Friday, November 4, 2011

My sister

Growing up with my sister was always a challenge, like most sisters.  She was the complete opposite in body design.  I always felt some resentment toward her.  She could do no wrong.  I would just think of fries and I would bulge. 

Genetically, I was born that way.  My mom tells a story of my Grandpa looking at me and saying "That baby is going be fat as a kid".  Of course, he was right about the kid but not about the adult.

I could walk, run, starve myself, or dance and yet my sister would still be smaller than me.  Genetically, she was born that way.  As a kid, you don't understand genes.  You just know that there is a difference.  She could eat chocolate and Dirotos till the sun came up and not gain one fat cell.  I would stare at my sister and wonder what she was doing that I wasn't.  I would eat salads and my thighs just seemed to explode.

Today, the roles have reversed.  I am smaller than she.  I do not gloat about this even though she made fun of my weight as a kid.  I worry about her.  I worry about what she is doing to her heart and joints.  I worry that she is going to get diabetes, heart disease or CAD.  Granted, there is some self satisfication in being smaller, but it is small. 

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