Well, I eat enough I get yelled at for eating all the food in the house on a regular basis by my family, espcially my sister, who gains weight constantly unless she eats the bare minimum and exercises regularly. Poor dear.
I do have to admit I don't sleep much. Ten hours a day at the most, often times it's closer to four to six. I'm sure I'm burning up extra calories because of that, most of what time I'm not eating (that would be the wee hours of the night). Sometimes I don't even sleep for two days (the nights after which would be when I sleep for ten hours).
My health is pretty good to my knowledge. I have no known disorders, other than being in incurable doofus, they said I was bi-polar for awhile, and the pills were what made me gain the extra weight I still carry, and gain it fast. I have stretch marks on my stomach, thighs, chest, and biceps that prove it.
Directly after I took myself off them* I was still walking all over town a lot as a result of the Independant Studies courses I was taking and I dropped some good fifty pounds of fat in a three months. Gained and built muscle in the P.E. classes there. I also hit a growth spurt during which I grew a good six inches which obviously used up even more energy than normal. Still keep losing weight but only at a rate of probably several pounds ever few months. Which is okay because unless I shed my clothes the weight I'm carrying is unremarkable, and I'm fuggin' lazy.
Last time my pulse was checked it was below normal (meaning my heart is pumping more efficiently than most) and while I'm in conditions that would put most people under stress (very dysfunctional family) I've come to thrive on it.
So no, not exaggerating. Only thing I can figure is between my warped metabolism and gigantic out of proportion feet and forearms to my short stature I'm some sort of mutant. That or parasites, but I've done nothing that I would have picked them up from.
*Every time I went into the shrink he insisted I needed them, as did my family, when I took myself off using instructions to taper the dosages from the interwebs. It was a stupid thing to do, but I digress, no one even noticed a change in my behaviour, even though they yelled at me for cutting myself off when it came out. Later my dad, who yelled at me the most, did the same thing with his anti-depressants a few months later, which made his blood pressure shoot up so bad his face would turn red and he'd go lightheaded, after that he got back on them. Hilarity.