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In 4th grade I discovered the art of disguising my backside with a sweater wrapped around my waist. It became my security blanket but disguised nothing; I was fat. I was taunted with names, thunder thighs, fatty. Even my family chimed in; when my step dad heard that I wanted to be a ballerina for halloween, he encouraged my mother to inform me that I was too fat to wear a tutu.
Since then I have fought first a couple of extra pounds which evolved into full blown obesity through a steady regieme of dieting, sparadic exercise, and obessive thoughts of food. Feast and famine has been a way of life for me for over 20 years. Weight Watchers, Adkins, Low Fat, Ornish, South Beach, even Paul Mckenna and Overeater's Anonymous are some of the programs that I attempted and failed on.
Now, at 7 weeks post-op, I'm seeing a therapist about emotional eating. The sleeve is causing amazing weight loss (30 lbs!). But bad habits die very hard; I've still held fast to some very bad ways of eating too fast with bites too big for me to chew.
