Each man manifested an almost morbid curiosity touching on my personal habits and bodily idiosyncrasies.

Each asked me a lot of questions.

Each went at me with X-ray machines and blood tests and chemical analysissies--if there isn't any such word I claim there should be--until my being was practically an open book to him and I had no secrets left at all.
And the upshot of all this was that each of them told me that though organically I was as sound as a nut in fact much sounder than some of the nuts they knew professionally--I was carrying an overload of avoirdupois about with me.

In other words, I was too fat for my own good.

I was eating too much sweet stuff and entirely too much starch--especially starch.