In my blog from last week, I mentioned my doctor had given me a choice: eat or die. At age 32, I thought living might be the better option.
But being fat felt almost as bad. Food, primarily addictive foods like those laced with fat, sugar and white flour, had done their number on me but I didn't understand how or why back then. I only knew the foods I typically ate included such things, and so, when I started to eat them on a regular basis - after the doctor's ultimatum, I began to gain weight at a rapid pace.