
I loved to eat from an early age.
This blog is about weight. I have been slim, medium and fat in my life. Most of us have one addiction or another. Some of us are addicted to nicotine. I could have a cigarette and have no desire for another. I tried to smoke at a younger age but the desire just wasn’t there and I didn’t do it long enough for any real physical addiction. Some of us are addicted to alcohol. A glass of wine in the evening suits me fine and I stop right there. But food is a different story. You put anything rich in front of me like chips, French fries, pastry, lasagna and I can’t stop myself. It’s like the alcoholic who can’t stop at one glass. I want more and more.
Growing up, there was always plenty of food around. Veggies weren’t a big item on the menu. Breakfast was cornflakes or eggs, bacon and toast: dinner usually a pork chop or some other kind of meat, a salad and starch. No dessert. I used to be envious of my best friend because ice cream was waiting for her after dinner. I laugh now just to think about it because anytime I wanted I could have chips, salami, Oreos, or Sara Lee chocolate cake in the freezer that sliced off as easily as it went down. In my lunch bag my mom put a bologna sandwich (I’ll never forget that smell), a bag of potato chips and two packages of Hostess cupcakes (one for me and one for a friend). Bless her heart. I’m guessing my friend didn’t always get one. … Continue reading ‘Weighing In’




