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MY YEARS AS A FOOD ADDICT

I was a heavy eater by the time I was 5 years old, only it was called a "healthy appetite" in those days, and they called me cute and chubby. By the time I was 18 I was a compulsive overeater. At 5'6", my weight ranged between 125 to 149, but only because I spent part of almost every month on some diet or another. I must have gained and lost more than 500 pounds on various crash diets before I turned 40.I could eat 3 half gallons of ice cream a week and 3 candy bars at the movies. At my favorite Oriental buffet I would start with 6 egg rolls and fill my plate (and myself) so much that the owners lost money. No matter what diet I tried, I dreamed of my next “fix”… boxes of cookies, bags of potato chips or maybe a whole pizza.I’ve always been an upbeat person with a good marriage, two children, and close friends, but on my 40th birthday I was feeling depressed. I took a walk on the beach and realized that my compulsive eating had to stop. I decided that I wanted peace more than pizza and vowed to put my extensive dieting knowledge to work. I re-read all of my material on the subject and designed a way of eating that would satisfy me and finally curb my appetite. My determination paid off in spades and changed my life. The numbers on the scale remained below 130 and before I knew it, I was helping curious friends and neighbors. That was the beginning of a long and exciting career founding and directing Diet Masters, teaching dieting classes and low calorie cooking and even self publishing 6 dieting books. Best of all, my weight has been stable between 124 and 129 for 39 years while I eat food that I enjoy.

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Friday, July 20, 2012

MY TRUE PAST INDISCRETIONS AT MY JOBS

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FORWARD TO MY CONFESSING TO YOU ABOUT HOW I WENT OUT WITH MY MARRIED BOSSES OR DIPPED INTO THE CASH REGISTER:  WRONG!!!! 

I started working when I entered the ninth grade.  Every job I took involved available food and lots of it.  My first job was at a large bus stop.  I worked at the soda fountain and  made ice cream sodas and banana splits.  The highlight of the job for me was that there was a secluded corner where I used to enjoy the 'light of my life'...the best Boston Cream Pie. I would gobble down a fourth of the large pie almost every day.
Note:  If you are not familiar with Boston Cream Pie, it is not a pie, it is a yellow cake with a custard center and chocolate frosting.

The next job I took was at a bakery.  They only paid 33 cents an hour when other places paid 50 cents..  The perk was that you could eat as much pastry as you would like.  Without further details, I think they fired me for eating the profits.

From there I went to a Dairy that had a restaurant and I would make myself milk shakes with about a pint of ice cream that were so thick that I had to eat it with a spoon.

This is not fiction.  I worked in an office when I graduated high school but I continued to work part time in various restaurants  for over 22 years.
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