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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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Thursday, September 6, 2012

A POEM: YOU CAN HAVE HER, I DON'T WANT HER

YOU MIGHT WONDER HOW A POEM ABOUT DIETING COULD HAVE SUCH AN UNUSUAL TITLE. CHRIS, A VERY TALENTED FRIEND OF MINE BROUGHT THIS TO CLASS ONE DAY

                   YOU CAN HAVE HER, I DON'T WANT HER


One day a princess, fat and fair
Was combing down her golden hair.
And listening to her nurse's tale
Of how a prince in shining mail
Was turned into a frog one day
By a wicked witch--oh, lack-a-day.

 "You'll stay a frog," said she with a hiss
"Till you're changed again, by a maiden's kiss."
"Oh," said the princess, " It's like a dream.
I'll have another chocolate cream
And a small cream-puff and a cookie or two
And think about what I would do
If the prince and I did chance to meet.
I hope, like me, he likes to eat."

 Years of dreams and years of schemes,
And years and years of chocolate creams
Made the princesses rather round.
And then, one lovely day she found
Sitting quietly on a log
A slender, green and waiting frog.

 "Oh prince," she cried, "At last you're here.
Come kiss me quick, my love, my dear."
The froggish prince looked once, looked twice
And softly croaked, "Oh no!  No dice!
The song and I, alas, agree--
This princess is too fat for me."
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