I. Love this piece so much! This reminds me of what a complicated child I was. In another world I could have grown up to be a food-obsessed dictator. Kim Jong Un, but benevolent. Puberty eventually tames assertive, chubby little girls. But the appetite never really goes away.
And this is me: "A person who eats too much even though it comes with many terrible consequences. A high-functioning head case with mean carb cravings and many shameful pinchable inches.".... I read every word you write with excitement. Truly one of my favorites.
This was unexpected and hilarious: "First, Eric's warning marked my introduction to the concept of a compound fracture — a gruesome affliction that by turns repelled and intrigued me."
Love this! I, too, had a love affair with food when I was younger. And you described the favorites to a T, especially the apple pie.. I’m over it now except for ice cream!!! Oh how I love ice cream!
This anecdote actually makes me angry on your behalf. Maybe because a) heck yeah I need AND want to eat, and b) a person in a committee meeting recently suggested that we not waste time eating during a four-hour event that was right in the middle of a meal time. I came close to panicking, but cooler heads prevailed.
so great Karen - I love the juxtaposition of the Dare Devil Club and the food concerns. We too had a similar club requiring daring, also jumping off a roof. Ours was of less daunting height and more forgiving, even spongy, ground - great job!
I. Love this piece so much! This reminds me of what a complicated child I was. In another world I could have grown up to be a food-obsessed dictator. Kim Jong Un, but benevolent. Puberty eventually tames assertive, chubby little girls. But the appetite never really goes away.
Thank you, Kate! ♥️
And this is me: "A person who eats too much even though it comes with many terrible consequences. A high-functioning head case with mean carb cravings and many shameful pinchable inches.".... I read every word you write with excitement. Truly one of my favorites.
Thank you so much, Traci. This makes my day. ♥️
This was unexpected and hilarious: "First, Eric's warning marked my introduction to the concept of a compound fracture — a gruesome affliction that by turns repelled and intrigued me."
My primary care physician: Do you crave carbs?
Me: What else is there?
Loved this essay. I was a daredevil of sorts growing up as well. Did some crazy things as a kid. Didn’t break anything, never had stitches.
I also was painfully skinny and called “toothpick” by some chubby friends.
I caught up with them in college, with the Freshman 15.
What was your doc driving at?
High A1C
Love this! I, too, had a love affair with food when I was younger. And you described the favorites to a T, especially the apple pie.. I’m over it now except for ice cream!!! Oh how I love ice cream!
Thank you!
I was startled recently when a slim friend i was making evening plans with asked if i “needed” to eat.
Needed to, not wanted to.
What a concept.
Epiphanies can come along even this late in life.
This anecdote actually makes me angry on your behalf. Maybe because a) heck yeah I need AND want to eat, and b) a person in a committee meeting recently suggested that we not waste time eating during a four-hour event that was right in the middle of a meal time. I came close to panicking, but cooler heads prevailed.
I think he put it that way cause he only eats when he is physically compelled to do so.
I, on the other hand, find a myriad of reasons...most tangled up in comforting myself or pleasing others.
Never thought of it as simply sustenance.
so great Karen - I love the juxtaposition of the Dare Devil Club and the food concerns. We too had a similar club requiring daring, also jumping off a roof. Ours was of less daunting height and more forgiving, even spongy, ground - great job!