I was the fattest kid in a family that had a passionate, doomed love affair with food. Our fridge was filled with ice cream containers scraped down to the last few bites and ham sandwiches that looked fine until you unwrapped them and found that someone else had picked out the ham.
We were a literary clan, and the intensity of our discussions about Dickens (fat) or Beckett (thin) was rivaled only by our intensity at the Carvel stand, where all of us, including our roly-poly Labrador retrievers, slurped up Flying Saucers and Lollapaloozas.
They required us kids to whistle continuously as we cleared the table after dinner to prevent us from sneaking leftovers.
I never expected such a caring individual who was in tune with my children’s feelings, my mom’s needs and also what I was going through.I want to thank you and the girls in the office for your lovely card and all your support over the last few months.As trite as this sounds, I never could have done it without you.I ate only meat, then shunned meat and ate only fruit. Our attic was littered with discarded abdominal gadgets, Exer?cycles and a machine that promised to melt off pounds with the help of a rubber suit and a vacuum.