The Weight of Abuse

My weight has been a struggle for me all of my life. I'd describe myself as being a comfortable size when this all began. "Sturdy", yeah, that's a better description. I wasn't going to be sporting a bikini for Sports Illustrated, but I wasn't embarrassed to wear shorts either (as long as they weren't daisy dukes or "booty" shorts because I have NO ass, lol).

He began to fuss about me not eating enough for supper. Well, supper's always been kind of a no-no to me. My mom, who's also struggled with her weight her whole life, taught me at a very young age that making a "happy plate" for supper was over-rated and a recipe for gaining weight.

That aside, after working all day, dealing w/rush hour traffic, scooping up the kids, doing homework then cooking dinner - I wasn't all that hungry and if I was, I was too exhausted to do things like ... chew - that just seemed like more work so I skipped it usually. Supper for me usually consisted of a few "taste tests" while cooking and that was it. While they ate, I usually did things like washing the pots I'd used, or laundry, or clean up the house, bathing uninterrupted, etc.