I remember when I started hating the scale. I was at the pediatrician’s office completing a routine physical before entering fifth grade. We were nearing the end of the exam when my relationship with the scale, and my weight, changed forever. My pediatrician closed his clipboard and, in a serious tone, began, “OK, there is only one thing left to talk about. Toby, let’s talk about your weight. You need some help.” I fought back tears as the well-intentioned doc explained a program to help me drop some pounds. At the time, I’d weighed more than 100 pounds and only stood 50 inches … [Read more...]
I'm a poser. I, at times, gracefully fake being a fully present father.
+ + +From my vantage point on the nearby playground, I could see a golfer on the tee box in the distance. He looked like a legitimate professional – wearing a white belt, a bright-colored, neatly pressed shirt with matching shorts and sparkling clean, glowing white spikes. My daughter attempted to interrupt my staring, “Dad? Dad? DAD?” “Hold on, Vivi! I want to see this guy tee off,” shushing my 8-year-old as if I were a patron at the Masters. “SHHH? What? It’s a … [Read more...]