Hi. My name is Annie and I am a compulsive overeater.
I am also quite a procrastinator.
It’s been a week since I’ve updated this blog. Mostly, that is because of a promise I made over a week ago. Remember how I said that something had been on my mind that I hadn’t put in my compulsive eating history? It’s just so hard to actually put it into words. Scary.
Then again, what part of self-reflection isn’t scary?
On the plus side, I think I really have figured out where my food addiction began.
I was 14 when I worked my first job. That was the first summer that I worked in the starter house at a local golf course. My job was to sell soft drinks, coffee, and snacks to the golfers. My payment came in two forms—a bi-weekly paycheck and anything I wanted to eat while on the clock. Sandwiches, chocolate, ice cream, and soda pop. Anything I wanted while I was working. Problem is, even back then I had no willpower at all. I can remember slow shifts when I would eat enough food in 4 hours to equal two or three “normal” meals.
I think that is where my food problems really began. Only question now is where will the problem end?