Chronicles of a Late Bloomer

This is it.
I’m ready.

Theresa came over on Sunday morning to collect her prize. I had invited her to help me with the changeover between old ways of eating and new ways of eating. I had plenty of food — fine food — that I’d no longer be eating. I had flavored yogurts and loaves of bread and frozen [...]

You know it’s bad when the only image you can find to describe the scene is “needle to a vein” and all it involves is you, a super-duper-sized milkshake, and the slow-drip way you are sucking that thick, sweet, chocolatey goodness straight down your throat. Straight. Down. Your. Throat. Like, without even letting it touch [...]

You wouldn’t believe the binge that began 5 minutes after I left my first Weight Watcher’s meeting and has lasted over 24 hours now. It included trips to In-n-Out, McDonald’s, and other places too unspeakable to even mention. It also included a box of toaster strudel, half a container of ice cream, and rice pudding. [...]

I had only managed to eat half a box of cookies and a couple of the donuts I bought last night. No one can fathom just how much food $25 worth of pastries is, but it’s a lot. And after getting home, binging away, and getting halfway through the cookies, it didn’t even look appealing. [...]

I had intended for the lady sculpture to fit, head-to-toe on one page. Seemed like nothing I could draw that night would fit into its allotted space.