Baby Sis and I stared at the gyro platter, split for us to share while our sister-in-law examined an entire order. My sister and I could barely consume our respective halves. Our petite sister-in-law polished off hers.
My sister-in-law works out, walks, and is generally conscientious about her diet. Often, though, I am astounded at how much food people can consume. Physically, I would be unable to devour an entire gyro platter. In fact, I rarely eat an entire meal when we dine out, choosing to take half or more home, while my friends clean their plates.
Weight has always been an issue with me, although my younger pictures show a perfectly healthy attractive young woman. Gee. I wish I had known. Menopause deposited a belly to balance the hips and thighs. In spite of dieting and exercise, the weight built up.
I blamed my Teutonic genes, storing fat to protect against future famine. Years of dieting may have screwed up my metabolism. Joint surgeries slowed me down, limiting exercise. Then I discovered the source of my problem in The Overstory by Richard Powers: I am a tree.
In the book a young girl, reasoning that matter must come from matter, plants a sapling to learn how much weight of soil a tree consumes when growing. Many years later, when the tree is quite large, the girl weighs the soil and discovers that there is no loss. A tree produces mass from air and water!
I doubt that Powers meant for his book to offer insight into weight control, but there is cause for reflection. I think scientists should get on this right away. Meanwhile, I will try to limit my air and water.
BTW, The Overstory is a powerful book. Highly recommended.