Red hair... Sore eyes...
I've seen the pictures.
And heard the stories.
It didn't take long for me to fill out.
I've been filled out all of my life. Chuckle.
I will never be a thin woman.
I struggled for years to accept that.
But I allowed myself to get to an unhealthy weight.
I chose not to accept that.
I am an emotional eater.
I eat when I'm sad or angry.
When I'm happy even. (For you, Snagglepuss!)
The best and worst times of my life are associated with food.
The worst were when Cap'n Chaos was an over the road trucker.
Raising Sweetums alone is never what I would have chosen.
Her special needs can be and have been demanding to say the least.
Financially, we had no choice.
I soothed myself with food.
The loneliness... The frustration... The fear... The doubt...
I "ate" them all away.
Gobbled them right up.
After Sweetums would go to bed.
I thank God that Cap'n Chaos was able to find local work.
Even if we did almost lose our home because of the pay cut.
Sweetums has another parent.
I have my other half back.
I've learned to channel my emotions in a different way.
I go walking when my legs permit.
And I call my sister, Ann.
Especially when I relapse and eat things like cold macaroni and cheese.
Losing weight has taken time and having patience with myself.
Some things I haven't always had.
Now that I do, I appreciate the luxury. ;o)