This is my story about food, addiction and changing your life.
Me and food have a long and very jaded history. First of all, I’m an addict. I once had someone tell me, “Once an addict, always an addict” to which I indignantly disagreed. But it seems like a very true statement when applied to my life. If it wasn’t drugs, it was something else. My whole existence, it’s been about food. When things were bad or times were lonely, I had food there. That sounds like such a cop out, right? Let me tell you, I didn’t see it like that when I was eating emotionally. But it’s so real and as true as the bags I carry on my proverbial saddle.