Hello world!

Most people know Kermit the Frog’s song, “It’s not easy being green.” Well, I think it’s easier being “green” than it is being “BIG”! This is my blog which I plan to use to address the trials, tribulations, but also the joys and advantages of being “BIG”.

Since I was 8 and 9 years old, in fourth grade, and had a teacher who was abusive and made me so nervous about going to school that I took it out on my eating, I’ve been a big guy. I was born a basically normal size baby at 8 pounds 11 ounces. Granted, by the time I was only 3 months old, I had already grown to 21 pounds, and was off the charts at the doctor’s office, but I grew up a normal sized boy,

Me at 1 year old.

I don’t know whether being bigger gave me a feeling of being safer and more intimidating, to attempt to protect myself, or just why I began eating so much, but it became normal for me to go home and eat 1 bag of a twin bag of potato chips and wash it down with a can of cream style corn (my favorite after school snack!) while I watched the Three Stooges, The Adventures of Roy Rogers, and the Mickey Mouse Club on our black and white TV.

I also began getting the biggest bones that anyone had seen. I wasn’t fat, I was just built like a brick shithouse! I was strong. Playing neighborhood football, they’d throw the ball to me, and I’d go plowing down the field to the goal line, and the opposing team would grab ahold of me, trying to pull me down, but I’d go over the goal line dragging 3, 4, or 5 kids behind me. I was like a bulldozer.

Back then, it wasn’t too bad being the biggest kid in school!

Me in 6th grade

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