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Who doesn’t splurge every once in a while?  Even high end athletes have their weakness – chocolate, cakes, pies, chips, pizza, something that sweetens the taste buds.  And if you are Lamar Odom, there’s nothing like skittles for breakfast
(check out the his video interview here too).

That’s fine; we all can and should take joy in life’s little pleasures. And if you know me, you know I have the biggest sweet tooth this side of the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory.  And fortunately for me, I have been able to maintain my weight all my life such that devouring sweets on a daily basis doesn’t add any unwanted pounds.

So one day, my friend and I are throwing down Carl’s Jr. burgers and crisscut fries like they are going out of style (just like the photo above!), followed up by my all-time weakness, Reeses peanut butter cups.  He says to me:

“You are so lucky you have a high metabolism.  You can eat this $#*! and not gain a pound, but I’ll gain 10!”

I thought he’s probably right.  After all, I’ve never been obese so I don’t know what that is like or to have to watch what I eat.  Thinking back to my childhood, I guess I’m lucky in that I’ve always been thin so my friend’s observation of me is fairly accurate.  Have I ever been fat?  The answer is no because ever since junior high, I’ve managed to play sports, run, or incorporate exercise in my daily life.

But the question is, did my metabolism create me? Or did I create my metabolism? I’m not a dietician or a medical expert so I don’t know the true answer to that question.  I’m sure some people will say that there are other factors that come into play like genetics.  Sure that’s possible.   However, as an advocate of the mindset that people have will and the ability to make choices for themselves, I’d like to think I created my metabolism from a young age by constantly being physically active.

As for my friend?  He’s always been a big boy.  He was active as a kid, but lost interest or passion later on in life for maintaining physical activity. As a result, he’s gained some weight.  He was on the couch the other day eating pizza as I asked him to go run with me. “Nah,” he said.  “I’m too tired” as he goes for another slice.

Metabolism, eh?  Is that his excuse to not have to get up and work out?  Did his metabolism tell him to sit on the couch?  Mine didn’t.  Mine said, “Get your butt up and run.”

I almost feel guilty or offended when someone tells me I’m lucky I can eat what I want and not gain weight.  But then I think about it.  Really?  I’m lucky? 

–> I’m lucky I make myself go to the gym after work every day? 
–> I’m lucky I compromise Taco Tuesdays and Happy Hour Thursdays to work out? 
–> I’m lucky I choose to sweat my butt off for 90 minutes a day while the victims of slow metabolism are at home watching Monday Night Football and eating fried chicken wings?

Let’s be real for a second. I create my own luck.  I also created a friend named MetabolismToo bad that’s my friend’s worst enemy.

Photo Credit: Ernesto Andrade at http://www.flickr.com/people/dongkwan/