Playing the hand I was dealt. 25Jan07
Donâ€™t hate me because I have the metabolism of Kate Moss.
I canâ€™t help it if I donâ€™t gain weight easily. As a kid, being skinny was not exactly a badge of honor. Actually, it was worse; I was also in the â€œgiftedâ€ program and liked Star Wars. The prototypical chick magnet, I was not. I blame my DNA. My genetic disposition leans toward the tall, gangly end of the spectrum. I was never meant to play fullback. I just donâ€™t have the body typeâ€¦ or quite frankly the inclination.
Ever hear of Anthropometry? Those who have should apply for Jeopardy immediately. For the rest of us, itâ€™s the â€œmeasurement of humans for the purposes of understanding physical variation.â€ From this study, intensely curious scientists have developed a breakdown of human body types called somatotypes. If this reminds you of the hallucinogenic drug that inspired orgies of sadism in Aldous Huxleyâ€™s Brave New World, please go to the head of the literature class.
Somatotypes come in three variations. The Endomorphâ€™s body is round and soft. These folks gain weight easily and have difficulty keeping it off. Think football and John Goodman. The Mesomorph has an athletic frame and easily builds muscle. This is the idealized leading man; the jock; G.I. Joe. Then there is the Ectomorph. This body type is described as â€œlean,â€ â€œfragile,â€ â€œlightly muscledâ€ and my personal favorite, â€œflat-chested.â€ This is me. I am a card-carrying ectomorph. However, I do not shop at the British store of the same name.
Have I received the short end of the hereditary stick? It certainly seemed so in junior high. Ah, but the childhood curse is now a blessing. Most folks my age (including you mesomorphs) must fight a consistent, vigilant battle against weight gain. I do not share this problem. Iâ€™ve retained my boyish figure, and only throw up when Iâ€™m actually sick.
Ectomorphs possess distinct athletic advantages: We tend to dominate endurance sports. Thatâ€™s right, I just used the word â€œectomorphâ€ and â€œdominateâ€ in the same sentence. Seriously. Ectomorphs run marathons, play basketball, or go on to become fashion models (Would that my nose were straight).
So, rejoice fellow running ectomorphs! Weâ€™re doing what we were born to do! Thereâ€™s something inherently satisfying about that. In Huxleyâ€™s world, there would have been no choice. But in reality, we had to choose to get off the couch in the first place.