wasting away

So, it's 2 in the afternoon and we're sitting on the couch watching TV and I lean over to Amy and go, "Hey, are you hungry?"

She replies, "Yeah. My boyfriend doesn't feed me." I go and look in the fridge: condiments, juice, and probably-not-edible leftovers.

Now, those of you who know me may have noticed I'm not exactly "muscular", or "in shape", or even "relatively healthy". I'm rail thin. And pale. And a little skeletal.

Things weren't always this way. In middle school, I was actually quite chubby. A video-game-based lifestyle combined with a steady diet of fast food (caused by a 6-month remodel of our family's kitchen) left me a little porky.

Then, miraculously, I grew. Six inches. Gained zero pounds. But then I had a new problem. It didn't take long to realize I now couldn't gain weight. Hours of exercise, pounds of food -- I ended up looking exactly the same. So I gave up. I look like what I look like. No big deal.

But yesterday, at Mike's shoot, one of the actresses said I looked thinner than the last time I saw her. Later that day, Amy said pretty much the same thing.

Now this is a problem. I'm 20 years old. I should be past the pubescent "coming in to my own" phase. I shouldn't look like an escaped mutant from an Ed Wood film.

So I'm asking everyone for a favor. If you see me walking around, tell me to eat something. If I say I'm too busy, tell me to eat something. If I say I've already eaten, tell me to eat something. In fact, no matter what the next words out of my mouth happen to be, tell me to eat something.

Thank you all for your cooperation.

(Also -- tell me to start exercising. Healthy's good, but being fat really wasn't fun)