Back in high school I knew this guy ; He was tall, skinny fat. He claimed to weigh 165, but I doubt he was much more than 140, weighing 150 tops with rocks in his pockets while wearing ankle weights.
Dude would be healthy for like 2 weeks, then have a catastrophic injury that’d put him out of commission for months, where he’d be back into his natural habitat of COD, Mountain Dew, and casts.
(He also could text extraordinarily fast on flip phones, I’m talking computer keyboard wpm. It was dumbfounding to watch.)
I probably saw him in casts/braces for every single limb in less years than one has limbs. (It was something like 6 in 2 years, covering 3 or 4 of the limbs) He’d broken every shin and forearm at some point in his life, often repeatedly.
Funny dude to hang around with, you always wondered if today was the day something would snap.
I’m unable to say that I ever saw him eat or drink anything that qualifies as real food. His only liquids were soda as far as I can recall (with the exception of Gatorade once neener neener), and impressive quantities of Hostess Ring Ding Twinky type “foods”. If calories were everything he should’ve been a big fatass. Lunch was 2000+ calories of the aforementioned alone, by his word he did this multiple times a day, plus a box of cereal every morning with as little skim milk on it as possible (he claimed lactose intolerance) call it a box of count chocula.
During a short lived human period between catastrophic lower limb snaps, (“dude, I just saw you yesterday without a cast!”, “I miss landed a kick flip.” “You skateboard?” “Yeah, when I’m not injured” twas normal, this actually happened), he asked me how to be robust, I guess even then I seemed injury proof :
“Dude, actually exercise, and drink milk” – me to him
Of course he claimed he exercised seriously (via jogging, I had meant strength training), and with theoretical eastern european blood (he looked ? , had a hispanic-ish last name, but claimed to be polish) claimed lactose intolerance!
“Dude, if you’re really 100% Polish you should be able to handle milk.”
“I can’t.”
“Try digestion enzymes, you need the nutrition”.
I drank milk and lifted weights. He jogged (or at least claimed to) and effectively a vegan in the worst way drank gallons of Mountain Dew with that Twinkie diet. There was a noticable difference in injury frequency (none vs constantly), and at one point as teens me 17 him 16 there may have been a 100lb+ difference in bodyweight though I stood an inch or two shorter than he (low 250 vs low “you don’t weigh 165 maybe 150”)
Life, you couldn’t make this shit up.
The lesson here is give your body sound nutrition, and good physical stimulus.