Dear Friends…
I have a confession to make. I love to eat good food.
My biggest weakness is sweets. I can line up a row of cream-filled Krispy Kreme donuts and mow them down with the ruthlessness of a tin-pot dictator.
I’ve ferociously scarfed down entire tomahawk steaks by myself.
I’ve weathered the withering judgment of waiters asking if someone else will be joining me as I’ve gone ahead and ordered two entrees and two desserts.
And yes… I’ve even been guilty of stashing hidden caches of chocolates, cakes, and cookies the way some alcoholics hide booze around the house.
Food has been my friend, my comfort, and (I thought) my salvation.
After one particularly fierce eating session that covered four pints of ice cream… a quart of heavy cream… 48 cookies… and 20 candy bars, I hit rock bottom… or so I thought.
I resolved to change, and I did.
