WEIGHT a minute!!! Please do not stop here…..

Why? Really why am I having this deep passionate desire to blog about FOOD- HEAD SPACE-CRAZIEST THOUGHTS EVER- the forever thermometer of living with a food issue….no matter what it is….
If you’ve ever had an issue with food …good,bad,happy or sad please jump on board and let’s share together.
I was born to write in whichever way possible .I have always had a pen or pencil in my hand…..many could remember me by my cigarette package fully covered in notes …. When I finally tossed this addictive habit I was asked most often what I would write on when in a pinch.
Yes,addictive I am.Even those closest to me have no possible idea what’s it’s like to live in my head! Exhausting to say the least….
That F( food ..fat) word …..its controlled me since I was very little….hold on! Was I ever little? I’m serious here folks…..
I feel like this blog will help many to realize they’re not insane we are very much alike but who wants to share these thoughts and be judged and spoken about behind our backs?
WEIGHT is just the topic I feel most passionate about but along with this comes hundreds of avenues into which I also feel extremely strongly about…you’ll see for yourselves …This WILL be the blog you’ll come to to read,share ,cry,laugh and most important you will never ever feel alone……
I have had many a day where I have felt alone…. where I have known that someone out there would,could understand me… but where are they? Have you ever felt this way?
Now we will have that chance to find each other….I have more in store this is only the beginning.
It all began here….summer of 59.
I was born into a family that had just received papers to adopt …after seven years they were giving up on getting pregnant.
So,after they discovered my mom was pregnant it was quite the celebration.
Summer of 59, I came into this world.the one story that still rings so loud in my mind is that my mom didn’t even hold me when I was born and her very best friend took me in her arms,this would be ” Mimi” a name I gave her of course when I finally began speaking.
This hurt me deeply,why wouldn’t a mother want to hold her new born baby in her arms?
Looking at my experience having my two girls these were absolutely the best and most cherished moments in my life….I still close my eyes and go back there.
So, you see there was a negative little seed there from the get go….and the R word was weighing heavy in my mind and eventually on my body.HEAVY..HEAVY…
R for REJECTION