I was born with the typical set of genetics for an East African.  I was skinny.   My mother would fret that neighbours secretly thought I was not fed enough. Actually, I ate like a horse, and especially loved anything that involved rice or pasta.   Yet, I stayed lean, right through  college junk food fests, lavish lunches with girlfriends and late night snacks of halwa and doughnuts. Thanks to my naturally elevated metabolism.  Ah, so true that we don’t know what we’ve got till we lose it …
Then it all changed.  …