In my twenties, I weighed 8 stone, and always wanted to put on weight. I’m 5’4 1/2". I would easily eat more than some of the daily amounts above. At one point, I was worried I had worms. If I didn’t take on loads of calories, I would feel faint, on long bike rides. Friends just could not believe where all the food went. I once got told off by the staff, in a Chinese restaurant, for taking too long to finish. They were wanting to serve desert, and I was finishing off all the stuff that was left. It was like a pig at a trough. Obscene.
When I worked as a cycle courier, it just went mental. Mind, I was doing quite a few miles a week, at a very quick pace.
But I was always active; cycling, swimming,gym, footy. Always on the go. Only when I got past 30, and my metabolism slowed, did I put on weight. I now drink a lot more than I used to, but still get regular exercise. I weigh 9 stone and rising, and aim to put on a bit more, although I will be keeping it firm with swimming 3 times a week.
I know ‘big’ people who can put on half a stone just looking at a picture of a cake.
Strange thing, the human body…