123 Pounds Lost, Counting Down the Last 15 pounds to My Goal (Part 2)

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The Ugly Truth. I Am a Food Addict.

I must examine the truth about food and me whenever I encounter a bump in my life. I’m currently stuck on a diet plateau. My weight today is 175.2; I am down 0.6 pounds. I have been stuck in the 177–175 range for nineteen days. My addiction is sweetly whispering in my ear.

I am a food addict. How do I know?

I ate an entire full-size seeded watermelon in two hours.

I brought a pineapple upside-down cake and ate the entire cake before my family came home. I drank a 1/2 gallon of milk to wash the cake down. I hid the empty containers from my spouse and children at the bottom of the garbage can.

I sat in my car and gobbled, literally gobbled, down a family-sized bucket of Kentucky fried chicken with two sides. That chicken dinner was supposed to feed a family of four? I don’t think so. It was bearly a chicken dinner for one.

My husband and kids were out. I made and ate dinner for four people. I had to make another dinner which I ate with them when they returned.

We were selling Girl Scout Cookies for my daughter’s troop. Over a week, I personally consumed twenty boxes of Thin Mints. I hid the boxes.