tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884121037642213637.post6549609148677096156..comments2009-10-11T09:36:14.709-07:00Comments on The Year of Living Nutritiously: Permission to EatMarshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915855285591537790noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884121037642213637.post-21752680034409247352009-09-06T23:17:48.208-07:002009-09-06T23:17:48.208-07:00Food for thought!Food for thought!Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09140663714721738548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884121037642213637.post-48027171692657114792009-09-06T11:23:13.052-07:002009-09-06T11:23:13.052-07:00Being somewhat a member of the same gene pool and ...Being somewhat a member of the same gene pool and a daughter of a man from the same generation, let me say...I totally understand. My parents were both consumed with dieting~ Dad by necessity as a diabetic and Mom because she suffered from an eating disorder. I had to sneak snack foods at my friend's house because if I ate it at mine, I was rediculed and warned of all kinds of dire possibilities. <br /><br />As a young girl I didn't realize it was my Dad's fear for my health that made him so cruel, but I believed it was fault-finding and a lack of love or acceptance. Whatever the origin of reason, I started to eat compulsively because it made me feel good. Firstly, I'm sure it was a matter of rebellion. Later, it became a comfort-seeking compulsion. As the pounds crept on, it was a full-blown addiction. Like some people with cigarettes, alcohol, pain pills, crack or sex I have the WORST time controlling this. I will follow your blog, please keep it going. :)Luvpug629https://www.blogger.com/profile/13307043799879918294noreply@blogger.com