Sugar. Fat. Salt. Spicy.
From birth to 16, I was skinny as a rail. After my hips widened in puberty, it hurt to lay prone up on my elbows to read the comics. Not enough cushion beneath my hips.
I was a picky, slow eater who had to be coaxed into eating enough to keep up a healthy weight.
Years later, I’m currently 120 pounds overweight with GERD and without a Gallbladder.
I had gestational diabetes with each pregnancy and get my A1C tested annually. I’m hovering at 5.5.
I get to choose between eating my favorite foods after 5 pm and sleeping flat on my bed.
And, portion sizes for my age “serve only to arouse my appetite without bedding it down.”
Baby steps. Baby steps. In my sensible orthopedic shoes.