So I recently found out something new about my father, as we were discussing the fact that it’s difficult for me to gain weight. It runs in the family. When he joined the Marine Corps in his early twenties, he weighed a measly 107 pounds. His recruiter gave him a week to gain seven pounds (bringing him to 114 pounds, the minimum weight requirement then to join the service), so Pops proceeded to gorge himself on everything he could get a hold of. And taking heed from his recruiter, he didn’t take a poop that entire week. So when he weighed in seven days later, he gained a solid eight pounds. While at boot camp, my dad was given extra food rations and more time in the mess hall, compared to the other recruits who had just minutes to stuff their faces. He emerged three months later weighing a solid 145 pounds.
February 10, 2012