It was never a dream of mine to be a rock climber, but it seemed like I would always be looking for some way to get up higher. Of course, when you"re hungry, or bored in my case, you"ll do pretty much anything for a little bit of food. When I was little my mother used to hide the snacks from me, maybe she saw something that I didn't at the time. She hid food on top of the fridge, behind the flour on the shelf above our microwave, even in the closed off stairway to the basement. Somehow I always found a way to get my hands on whatever was in the house. .
I started elementary school as a four year old boy that consisted mainly of skin and bones, and as the years went by, I started eating greasy, salty potato chips every day. Slowly my ribs stopped showing and I became lazier. No one lived in my neighborhood except for old ladies and college students. The only people in my neighborhood that were my age were girls, ones that weren't very active either. .
By the time I left elementary school I was probably around 4"6" and weighed 110 pounds. I moved to Edgewood around that time, and that made me sad; it made me eat. The kids in middle school used to pick on me because I was a four-eyed, metal mouth, but not because I was fat. Everyone knows that when most people are depressed they tend to eat more than they usually would. Eighth grade hit me. I was barely 5 feet tall by that time and I already weighed 175 pounds. There was this one time that wore a shirt from a few years ago to school. It was way too small and was quite embarrassing. .
One day in high school, during my freshman year, I sat down and looked at pictures from years ago. I"d thought I was fat for a long time, even though no one ever called me fat. They would always say, "Oh no Nygel, you"re not fat. Why do you say those things about yourself?".
It was then that I realized just what had happened to me. Even though I had gotten rid of my glasses and my braces by the time I made it to high school, I was still as chunky as ever.
