Coming to terms with the fact that I come from a long line of paprika smothering cheese-potatoe-sausage loving Hungarians. My people have all been large. Not necessarily fat, but tall, thick, and strong. It’s a matter of genetics that I won’t ever look right in skinny jeans, or be much smaller than my present size.
I can make sure I stay healthy and in shape and try to go easy on the spicy sausages and beer, but I think I’ll always look a little bit like an ox. Like most of grandfathers.