WE'LL SEE
Just how this works out. 

Everyone has a story.  Some have blogs they've written over 2,000 entries for.  It's getting harder to find picture that evokes an idea for me to run with.

So I'm going to tell you a story about one of my friends, whom I'll identify only as Craiger.  I know he wouldn't mind, but I do, so I'll use that pseudonym.

I guess maybe a better moniker would have been Mr Metabolism.  The story about him is how he can eat.

The first time my wife ever met him, he ate half her meal.  We had played golf in Prescott (pronounced by the locals as Press Kit) about 90 minutes from our home.  After our golf, we stopped to eat at roadside restaurant in Black Canyon.  Big servings.  So big that CQ had to quit.  No problem for Craiger who simply took her plate and finished eating her meal.

Another time he was at a restaurant, similar to the Black Canyon one.  He ordered roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans.  He polished those off and ordered a piece of lemon pie which he added a la mode.  When he was finished, he asked the waitress if she could bright him another.  She was stunned because of the sheer amount.  "Another piece of pie a la mode?"

"No," Craiger answered, "Another roast beef plate."  Which he ate.

Yet another time he went to a family cook out.  Sixteen total.  He went with one member who was going to buy the steaks at a local food store.  Nice big New York strips. There was one Delmonico in the case that must have been a two-pounder.  "Wow! Look at that one!"

"If you'll eat it all, I'll buy it," the family member teased.

"Sure thing."  And he did.

Craiger still eats like that and probably has less than 10% body fat on his 5'9" frame.  And that it his story.