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Do you remember those days of being young, perhaps during the summer when you'd race in from the outside and grab a quick snack before going back out to join your friends? I don't. When I was young I became as consumed by food lust as those pieces of candy became consumed by me. After turning eight I would say that I became, in popular terms, a vampire. Only instead of becoming consumed by an insatiable thirst for blood my cravings desperately sided with food. Chocolate and bread became my drugs in a way that no life sustaining substance should ever become. My tale isn't one with a beginning or even an end really. Rather it is the middle with which my whole life shall be based upon. There are those times in life when clarity can and will set it. Like getting on the scale in the morning and seeing the dial spin to three hundred and fifteen pounds and in that moment of fear I dedicate myself to a routine to change how I am. There are those popular tv shows out there that show you how to transform you body and your life. However, we who use food as a drug understand that it isn't really about the food, but rather the underlying problems that cause us to eat that should be the focus.
People look at us and say that we're fat and lazy. Why don't we just get off the couch and go for a walk? We made ourselves fat after all so why don't we make ourselves thin? Many may read this blog and say that I'm just complaining about my life. I'm going to ignore them.
I want to create this blog for people to go with me on my journey ad I try to deal with the problems that feed my addiction, and perhaps someone will see themselves mirrored in my words and maybe others will open their hearts to those in pain instead of crushing them by their inability to behave in a humane manner.
Thanks and welcome to the Blog of a Fat Woman.