Brendan Wins Spare Tire Award

The parents and I never thought it would happen, but this little Brendan that could, finally did. Little old me isn’t so little anymore and it’s official.

You see this spare tire right here? It’s symbolic. It’s huge alright, much bigger than mine, but symbolic nonetheless yet nonethemore. It symbolizes my big accomplishment that you’ll have to read another paragraph to discover.

Welcome to “another paragraph.” So we went to the doctor for my routine lube, oil and filter job. Kind of a check up sort of thing but without those stupid needles. She measured my head, height and weight and for the first time in my life, I hit the 50th percentile.

I was born or the lower side, not unhealthy but clearly towards the runty end of the scale. Mama’s petite and Daddy-O’s always been kind of “travel-sized.” The deck was stacked against me but my will to devour has finally overcome.

The weird thing is that I don’t feel average. Nothing in my being holds me back, my only limitation is not myself but determined by parental permission. I’m fearless, empowered and bigger than I’ve ever been. My weight may be average but as a package I still know I’m super-average.

All I had to do was eat, which is something I love to do anyhow. The only watching “what I eat” I do is out of the corner of my eye as I gobble it all gone.

If you aspire to gain weight, don’t give up on your dreams. If I can earn a spare tire, you can do it too, and that’s a promise you can take to your piggy bank, piggy.


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