The Desperation to Go to Any Lengths
My weight yo-yoed between 175 and 265 pounds for 40 years.
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The Queen Baker
I knew I had completely lost control of my eating when I began to make sure I had a dessert every night, even if it meant going to the store late at night. I would crawl into bed with this dessert and eat it before going to sleep.
Dancing Queen
When I was not at work my bed became my island where I beached myself, surrounded by cellophane bags and boxes of junk food purchased from the corner store. Most weeks, I came home on Friday night, crawled into bed, and ate until Monday morning.
A Family Affair
I wished I was skinnier and happier. I had proclaimed myself a vegan and then gluten free. I was going to yoga and trying to jog like I had jogged addictively in college. I was adding marijuana to the mix because it was low in calories.
Accepting The Answer
I started the program 32 months ago. I was 57 years old, weighed 235 lbs. (106 Kilos), diabetic and taking 120 units of insulin a day (that’s a huge amount), barely able to walk a block, uncomfortable all the time, distressed, and suicidal.
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Going the Distance
I had met with my family doctor. I told her I thought that I had arthritis in my knees, because I could not raise myself from the floor to a chair without pushing myself up on a chair.
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Transformed
When I was 18 years old, I weighed 200 pounds of mostly fat. I joined the Army and went to basic training after graduation.
I ate from the time the alarm went off in the morning until I crashed into bed
I ate from the time the alarm went off in the morning until I crashed into bed, with hands still sticky from the snack on the bedside stand and my teeth not brushed.
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In a family of addicts, there was never enough.
When we all sat down to eat dinner, as we did in those days, we never had enough, no matter how much my mother put on the table. We had seconds and thirds and it still wasn’t enough
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