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big deal. Just a simple case of strep.
What was a big deal was when
I got on the scale and the number said 253. I have no memory of
what the doctor said after that.
To be fair, I’m a big guy. At 6’4”,
I was built to hunt down large,
angry beasts and protect my tribe.
But when I was running, I weighed
less than two hundred pounds. My
fighting weight is 205.
That night I asked my wife why
she didn’t say anything. She said,
“I didn’t want to make you feel
bad, and you know I love you no
matter what you look like.”
No matter what I look like?
Had I become her worn, but wellloved stuffed animal that stayed in
the closet because it brought back
fond memories, but was too shabby
to leave in plain sight?
I started imagining what 50
pounds would look like as a
mound of ground beef or a stack
of American cheese. I calculated
the number of martinis it would
take to put on 40 pounds. The answer: more than a thousand. And
worse, the body compensates for
eating or drinking a little more at
first, so the answer over the years
is thousands.
Then I asked the simple question:
Why? What had happened that I
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