Someone suggested that I tell my story about how I got to be this weight? I'd say my weight has been my life long companion. One of the earliest food and comfort memories I have is from when I was in second grade, I was just eight years old. gGrade cards came out that day and it was the first time I was to be graded by letters instead of satisfactory or unsatisfactory. I saw that I had received a poor grade in math, never my best subject. I was so distressed that I spent all afternoon sitting in a corner at my babysitter's house after school not telling anyone what was wrong. In an effort to make me feel better my babysitter made me a peanut butter sandwich, no jelly, just the way I liked it.. As I ate it a light clicked on in my brain, food could be my friend. And so it was that food and I became fast friends. She comforted me when I was sad., helped me celebrate when I was happy, hung out with me when I was bored who could ask for a better buddy?
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