I know — this would be more of a confession if I was admitting to some shameful binge-eating tendency.
But I confess this because I think it’s important to note that I may have to search a little harder to find the real cause of my obesity ( I bristle at the word OBESE by the way. But if you go according to those stupid charts at the doctor’s office, I am indeed obese, even though I wear a women’s size 12 clothing and am in decidedly awesome shape).
Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier for me to swallow (pun intended) being fat if I could point to some neurotic overeating episodes that felt beyond my control. But the sad truth is that this isn’t the case — I am not sure if I have ever (beyond “pigging out” at sleepovers in junior high) binged. I don’t even like buffets because I can’t and don’t consume enough food in one sitting to justify the all-you-can-eat price.
So what is the problem then? Stay tuned.