Okay, to get better acquainted with my new friends, I’ve decided to throw caution to the wind and bear my soul. Yes, that IS a pun. Here goes: ~My take on the “Eating Whatever You Want On the Weekends” diet consists of buying enough fast food for three meals and eating it all at once, then spending the rest of the weekend constipated and hating myself. By Monday, I’m regular and pretending the weekend never happened. I do this at least twice a month. Sidebar: McDonalds has become my “Cheers.” ~I come from an obese family. My mother died when I was 15 from complications from then-experimental gastric bypass surgery. My siblings are all overweight, yet it is a topic we never discuss. I sometimes blame them for my issues, but it doesn’t make me feel better. ~I’ve always been the “fat, funny friend.” Sometimes I feel

like I have to be this in order to fit in, like it is my role. ~I think of food as a drug and I am addicted. I see my next meal as my next fix. I would mainline Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup if I weren’t afraid of needles. ~I took up smoking in high school to curb my hunger. I really wish I hadn’t, but that is another issue for another website. ~I have lost quite a bit of weight since high school, according to my former classmates. This doesn’t make me feel any better, it makes me want to get even thinner. I worry that I crave attention and approval as much as food. That’s enough for now because I’m tired and reading this scares me. Yours in solace and support, Robby

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