Burger King reminded me ...
May. 10th, 2007 11:29 am... of a fic pet peeve that bothers me more than "Dean is blond!" and Sam's ever-changing eye color. (One which
clex_monkie89 and I were discussing the other day.)
Sam does NOT live solely on salads.
For crying out loud, he is six-foot-five, built live a brick outhouse and lives a very physical lifestyle. He would have to eat ridiculous amounts of salad and tofu and grubs and whatever other "healthy" foods he supposedly lives on to maintain that body.
Come on, we've seen the way Jared eats. That man puts away food like there's a small nation of starving people living in his torso. I have an uncle who's in his forties now but was built almost exactly like Sam when he was in his twenties -- a couple of inches shorter, but basically the same body -- and he's notorious for coming to family parties, eating two full plates of food, and walking out the door with a big Tupperware container full of leftovers. (Actually, I have five uncles on my mom's side who are all big guys -- and let's not even get into how I lucked out and ended up five-two ... *sigh* -- and they all eat like that, but my uncle Eddie's the closest example.)
It's NOT all salad. It's not huge heaping plates of Doritos or whatever Dean's supposed to eat in comparison. It's meat and potatoes and pasta and veggies and cake and seafood and ... you know, food groups. Many, many food groups. Guys in that shape have ridiculous metabolisms. Those two guys are eating chicken and steak and ribs. They're eating potatoes and dessert and everything in sight.
I don't doubt Sam eats healthier than Dean does -- Sam's more likely to eat a salad with dinner than Dean, who'd probably swap that salad out for chili cheese fries if he could -- but it's a salad WITH dinner. Which considering Sam's size, he probably orders two of and then proceeds to lick the plate.
And I have a really hard time believing those two men have missed more than one meal at a time EVER, and not for lack of trying. They're tied up in a basement, some creature's got them cornered in an abandoned asylum ... that's why those two miss meals. We're talking about two grown men in near-perfect health, both muscular and over six feet tall. The only complaint that anybody ever seems to have about either one of their bodies is that Jensen's could use more definition in comparison. That's it.
That flashback in Something Wicked is a HUGE sign that those two rarely if ever went hungry, and for two very important reasons:
1. Sam had no problem complaining that he didn't want the food he'd asked for in the first place.
2. Dean had no problem throwing it away.
My mother would have KILLED me for throwing away perfectly good food and I never worried about where my next meal was coming from. I'm not saying that they had a huge selection to pick from, or that Ramen wasn't in their grocery bags sometimes, or that John wasn't grocery shopping with food stamps at the dollar store and buying the dented cans every so often. But those boys were not starving. Those boys have NEVER starved. Children who don't know where their next meal is coming from don't pick and choose their meals or throw away perfectly good Spaghetti-Os.
But mainly it's the salad thing that bothers me, because I have lived around big guys all of my life and ... NONONO.
Sam does NOT live solely on salads.
For crying out loud, he is six-foot-five, built live a brick outhouse and lives a very physical lifestyle. He would have to eat ridiculous amounts of salad and tofu and grubs and whatever other "healthy" foods he supposedly lives on to maintain that body.
Come on, we've seen the way Jared eats. That man puts away food like there's a small nation of starving people living in his torso. I have an uncle who's in his forties now but was built almost exactly like Sam when he was in his twenties -- a couple of inches shorter, but basically the same body -- and he's notorious for coming to family parties, eating two full plates of food, and walking out the door with a big Tupperware container full of leftovers. (Actually, I have five uncles on my mom's side who are all big guys -- and let's not even get into how I lucked out and ended up five-two ... *sigh* -- and they all eat like that, but my uncle Eddie's the closest example.)
It's NOT all salad. It's not huge heaping plates of Doritos or whatever Dean's supposed to eat in comparison. It's meat and potatoes and pasta and veggies and cake and seafood and ... you know, food groups. Many, many food groups. Guys in that shape have ridiculous metabolisms. Those two guys are eating chicken and steak and ribs. They're eating potatoes and dessert and everything in sight.
I don't doubt Sam eats healthier than Dean does -- Sam's more likely to eat a salad with dinner than Dean, who'd probably swap that salad out for chili cheese fries if he could -- but it's a salad WITH dinner. Which considering Sam's size, he probably orders two of and then proceeds to lick the plate.
And I have a really hard time believing those two men have missed more than one meal at a time EVER, and not for lack of trying. They're tied up in a basement, some creature's got them cornered in an abandoned asylum ... that's why those two miss meals. We're talking about two grown men in near-perfect health, both muscular and over six feet tall. The only complaint that anybody ever seems to have about either one of their bodies is that Jensen's could use more definition in comparison. That's it.
That flashback in Something Wicked is a HUGE sign that those two rarely if ever went hungry, and for two very important reasons:
1. Sam had no problem complaining that he didn't want the food he'd asked for in the first place.
2. Dean had no problem throwing it away.
My mother would have KILLED me for throwing away perfectly good food and I never worried about where my next meal was coming from. I'm not saying that they had a huge selection to pick from, or that Ramen wasn't in their grocery bags sometimes, or that John wasn't grocery shopping with food stamps at the dollar store and buying the dented cans every so often. But those boys were not starving. Those boys have NEVER starved. Children who don't know where their next meal is coming from don't pick and choose their meals or throw away perfectly good Spaghetti-Os.
But mainly it's the salad thing that bothers me, because I have lived around big guys all of my life and ... NONONO.
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:02 pm (UTC)Of course, the oldest is over 30, and his metabolism is slowing down, and he's starting to get a little chubby, because he hasn't figured out he can't do that anymore, but the youngest, who's enlisted in the army, eats like he's trying to feed one at every meal.
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:10 pm (UTC)And another sign those two didn't starve -- Lucky Charms and Spaghetti-Os. If John had the extra cash to spend on brand names Sam and Dean weren't going hungry.
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:15 pm (UTC)i woke up laughing.
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-10 04:19 pm (UTC)but that's because dean's tired of being told to eat something green that is not preceeded by the word "gummi". :)
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:22 pm (UTC)Thank you. It's true, too. Ahah. I'm going to go off and try to feel better. And download Supernatural. I haven't been keeping up with it properly.
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:22 pm (UTC)And I agree. Sam is probably not the pickiest eater either. I can count the number of things I eat on two hands. And I never change brands. I'm picky. People who eat out of diners on a regular basis are not picky.
Someone wrote a story that Sam has to watch what he eats and that's why he was chubby when he was twelve and he never understood how Dean could eat everything in sight. I don't buy that. I think he was chubby until he hit his growth spurt and then he never could get fat again.
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:28 pm (UTC)Which is why I want to go to dinner with the Winchesters. Just let it stare at the oven in horror and then bring it to me still mooing in fear. *rubs hands together*
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:30 pm (UTC)Which is to say, um, yeah, Sam and Dean eat a lot. And if they ARE tied up and miss a meal? That next one will be twice as big. Papa Winchester probably started scamming credit cards just so he could feed them both.
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:31 pm (UTC)I'm just lucky my Dad's on Atkins. Otherwise I would be one sad panda.
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-10 04:33 pm (UTC)And then possibly eats the styrofoam containers. :)
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:37 pm (UTC)Damn. Now I want bacon. Mmm, bacon.
I was at Panera the other day eating baked potato soup out of a bread bowl and thinking, "If someone on the Atkins diet walks by I'm going to get such dirty looks." :)
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:40 pm (UTC)When they brought it to the table it looked like a massacre on a plate. Everybody sitting around me spent the rest of the meal grossed out. It was awesome. :)
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-10 04:41 pm (UTC)Yeah, I hear you on that. And also, early malnutrition stunts your growth.
*thinks about Sam's height*
I don't think either of them missed any meals as kids, nope.
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-10 04:50 pm (UTC)And my friend, Mike, is never without his big jug of iced tea.
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
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