Weight. Diets. Fat. ME. When did my struggle with weight begin?
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At around age eight, I suffered from chronic tonsilitis. One day, I choked on something because my tonsils were so freakin’ enlarged- and it scared me so much that I vowed to never eat again. Stubborn little thing that I was, I kept that vow for months. I quit eating. I sustained on liquids and an occasional milkshake, until a piece of styrofoam from my cup broke off in my shake and I was convinced I could no longer drink shakes (for fear of choking on styrofoam). I withered away until my grandma Hazel broke down in tears and told my parents that something needed to be done. Something was done. My tonsils were removed. Once healed, my fear of eating was gone. Lucky me! Continue reading NOT just big boned!