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Confessions of a Food Addict

I just decided to make this more than just a blog post, but to turn it into a book. Hopefully to be released in 2013.

Here is the Foreword. Read, comment, give feedback, & enjoy:-)

I love food. I don’t know what it is about eating that is so enjoyable to me, but it is. I truly enjoy to eat. And that’s not a problem. The problem is when you let food control you. When food becomes more than just a fuel for your body: when it becomes your friend, your comfort, your pain killer, THAT is when your relationship with food has taken an unhealthy twist. Here is my story:

When I was in elementary school, food wasn’t that important to me. I mean, I still enjoyed eating, but playing was my main priority. On my birthdays, I would go to McDonalds, not for the food. No, even as a kid, I knew their food was toxic. I went for the playplace. I would eat a couple fries and then go play. Every day, I ate lunch at school…quickly, so I could get outside for recess. And after school, I came home, did my homework and practiced then played outside til my mother called me in for dinner. Again, I quickly ate my food so I could get back outside. I loved to play outside. And because I was so active (between playing outside for hours each day and dancing on the weekends), I was tiny. That is, until I entered middle school.

The start of middle school meant more freedom. At my school, we had a lunch line and a snack line. And, how tempting is it for a 12 year old to buy junk food for lunch instead of a balanced meal? That’s what I did. Every day, I would have either a bagel or a Little Debbie cake with a bag of chips and a Snapple. Every day. It tasted good. I wasn’t worried about whether it was good for me or not, and no one told me, “No.”

For a year or so, I went on like this, eating crappy, maybe having a lunchable or a tray full of tater tots for lunch. I didn’t worry about my body image, and I wasn’t conscious of what was good for me, I was just concerned with what tasted good. My seventh grade year, though, everything changed.

I had been telling my bestfriend at the time for awhile that I had a fat stomach. She would always blow me off saying I didn’t. She couldn’t tell, because I never wore form-fitting shirts. One day I did. And you know what she said? “You do have a fat stomach.” That is when the dieting began. I started counting calories and doing my mom’s exercise videos on a regular basis at the age of 13 in order to lose weight. I even had meal replacement shakes some days for lunch–at 13! It didn’t last long, though. Then, I tried something new and then I tried something new….and then I tried something new. Yoyo dieting? Oh yeah. That was me. In middle school and all throughout high school. I lost weight sometimes, just to gain it back. Never reaching my goal of a flat stomach.

Then, I started college. My first semester, my eating was good for about a week, and then it was horrid. In my defense, though, all the healthy eating choices were on the other side of campus. If you go downstairs in the hall I lived in for the first two months, there was a Chinese place, A&W, a fried chicken place, an icecream shop…it’s like my university was saying, “We endorse the Freshman 15.” Did I gain weight? We won’t speak on that…but during my second semester of my freshman year, I started taking fitness classes through the Rec. Those classes changed my life. I started working out 6-7 days a week, and I drank more water, and tracked my food. I learned so much more about what it meant to truly be happy. So I was cured of my food addiction then, right? No. That’s when it began.

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