My little brother was very good at a few things from a very young age. The first thing he was really good at was making everybody laugh without trying.
Like the one time I told him he should have a little bit of protein after a workout. He got all excited because he thought I said "poutine."
The second thing he was good at was eating large quantities of food. Come dinner time, it wasn't uncommon for him to outeat most of the adults at the table.
Now, as you may have guessed, as a five-foot-nothing little boy, there is, in fact, a downside to regularly outeating full-grown men. At just 11 years old, I could already see that, if nothing else changed, my little brother was headed for an adolescent life littered with teasing and unhealthy eating.
As his older brother, I wanted to do something about it. As a nutrition, or kinesiology student, with an intense interest in nutrition, I knew that I had to do something about it.
Initially, I wasn't sure how, but I was determined to find a way. Now, in March of 2013, I broke my leg while I was walking to class, and I slipped on some ice.
Yes, that is the whole story. I was walking, there was some ice.
Poof, broken leg. No lives saved.
No purses returned. No cool story to tell.
Little did I know as I lay there in that quickly melting puddle of ice, waiting for the ambulance to arrive, that this moment would forever change the life of my little brother. After I had a surgery to attach a small titanium plate and a few screws onto my fibula, I was given two crutches, and told not to put any weight on my leg for two months.
