I eat 14 calories and immediately gain a pound. It's like I have to run and eat at the same time just to break halfway even (and, no, that doesn't happen, which is why I'm so squishy).
Gilberto eats 14 HUNDRED calories, and then needs another 800 just so he doesn't collapse from malnourishment. He doesn't need to run. Or even walk. He just needs to breath to burn off all those calories.
Gabi obviously takes after her dad. Which is a gift from God, really. I wouldn't wish my metabolism on anybody.
With that said, I'm a wee bit jealous of the dynamic duo and what they can pack down.
Here is what Gabi ate from the time I got home from work yesterday until she went to bed at 10:00.
3:30 Crackers with hummus
3:45 Bowl of cut up strawberries and blueberries
4:30 Two cheddarwursts with ketchup
5:30 Two pieces of lasagna, two giant mounds of green beans and one piece of garlic bread
7:00 A fruit bar and fishy crackers
8:15 Plate of chicken salad (that I had made for my lunch today)
8:30 Another piece of garlic bread
8:45 Giant bowl of trail mix
9:30 Small cup of gelato, because none of the other five things she ate after dinner counted as desert, and by golly, she wanted some DESERT
She was still asking for more food when I put her to bed!
She has grown a full inch in the last few months, and by the way she's been able to PACK IT IN lately, she's not done. I'm pretty sure she eats even more than me, and still manages to stay long and lean and have endless energy. It's the perfect package.
Gilberto is exactly the same way. Though he eats way more than Gabi and I combined. I won't even tell you how much he ate for dinner last night. You would either die from jealousy or die from how much it must cost to feed him.
It's the good life for those two.
Then there's me, still chugging away on my little diet, trying with all my might to resist the APPLE. Because we all know apples go straight to your hips.