That's a genetics story on my end it appears. I understand my dad's family has a problem with weight. I've seen his picture in the last five years: he's fat.
My mom's side? The polar opposite. That's where it looks like I fell. I can't gain weight no matter how much I eat. Hell, I started the day with two eggs, baked ham, and two biscuits with jam. Club sandwich around 9ish...just finished a loaded baked potato the size of Andre Smith's hand...bout to go pull apart some pork tenderloin I've had going today for BBQ later on this afternoon.
That's not to mention I was in the Mexican store this morning and found RC Cola in glass bottles. When I left I immediately went to get Moon Pies. I've had two today and I'm staring at the third. It's been years since I've had that combo...used to LOVE it.
I picked up two six packs of Coca-Cola in the glass bottles as well. Already have Planters salted peanuts ...
Real cane sugar soft drinks. Lord we used to have it good.