First Confession
So periodically, dear reader, I will make a confession, because I don’t have to look you in the face. Here is my first confession. These last two weeks, I have done a lot of soul searching and self-realization about my food habits and attachments. I realized that a lot of the issues I have come from being a kid whose intake was always watched and controlled. So here comes the confession. My parents worried about my weight, so they wouldn’t let me eat things like cupcakes or cookies, only VERY periodically. So, I would walk up to the corner store and buy a package of Hostess cupcakes, take them downstairs to my basement, lock myself in the bathroom, and gulp them down before anyone came looking for me. Oh, you sick little child.
