My wife told me that my blog has been a little too "heavy" on the theology side recently and that I needed to lighten up a bit. Okay...point taken.
I am a slender person. Always have been. People have hated me for my metabolism in the past. But now things are changing. With the onset of the early thirties, I can now no longer eat whatever I want. I started counting calories a few weeks back for this reason. I've also been running for about six months now - just a mile or two, three times a week. Still, the calorie counting and the exercise does nothing to combat the slowly developing "tire" around my waist. It's just a few pounds, but on me, it shows.
In light of this, I recently diagnosed myself with a brand new disease, though I believe many others share it with me. I hear they'll be posting it on WebMD any day now. I call it "Small Frame Syndrome," though I usually abbreviate it SFS because everyone knows official diseases must be abbreviated to be important. SFS affects millions of slender folk. There are a lot of people who can carry an extra 20 pounds without anyone noticing. These people have larger body frames. Heck, some of them could have a small child running in circles on the inside of them and no one would notice! These people believe they have indeed lost the genetic lottery. But listen to the complaints of a man with SFS for a minute.
A person with SFS immediately feels their weight gain in their clothes and in their face. People walk up to you, afflicted with SFS, and ask, "Have you gained weight?" like you are the poster child for starvation or something. You say, "Yeah I have gained a little." The well-meaning observer shoots back, "Looks good on ya!" You say, "Thanks!" while secretly looking for the closest fork so you can stick it in their eye. The problem is that the weight gained that shifts your frame so drastically for all observers to see is a measly four pounds. That's right: four stinkin' pounds. Sadly enough, people with SFS have to maintain their weight within five pounds of their average in high school or the comments about beer guts and double chins come out of the woodwork!
You may be saying to yourself, "Whaaa, whaaa, someone call the whambulance!" And maybe I am complaining about something trivial. But make no mistake, SFS is a nerve-wracking condition affecting millions of people...yet, there still remains no support group started by a random guy named Bill or a particular psychotropic drug for this debilitating condition and the social scrutiny that accompanies it. Pray for those with SFS that they will be strong in the face of adversity and will take well-meaning compliments at face value.
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