EVERYTHING BUT SPORTS: Thick & thin
Wednesday I said I’m tired of worrying about how fat I am. Today I make another confession: I’m suspicious of pretty much anyone over 30 who’s not at least a little bit overweight. I figure if a man living in America doesn’t pack on a few extra pounds by his fourth decade, it’s because he’s too stuck on himself—too self-centered and narcissistic—to really be a good person.
Is that a fair assessment? Of course not. Thinking someone is bad for being thin is just as unfair as judging someone morally inferior for being fat. Of course I know that. I said it was a suspicion, not a guiding principle.
I suspect others feel the same way; they just have more sense than to come out and say it. So why do I admit my own bias? Because I’m also tired of trying to convince myself I’m a better man than I really am. What gives me hope is not that I’m such a wonderful chap, but that I’m not, and God loves me anyway.
That love is called grace, and remembering it makes me want to really be a good man.
I work as sports writer for the Manchester Times and as preacher and elder for the Church of Christ at Fredonia. The ideas expressed here are my own and are not the official positions of the Manchester Times or Fredonia Church of Christ. If you have any thoughts you’d like to share, I’d like to hear them at firstname.lastname@example.org.