I was stressed. It was summer, and my dad was dying. On multiple occasions, I had to drop everything at a moment's notice to go help my mom and siblings with him. I went back and forth so many times over the past few months, I genuinely lost count.
My mother has very specific taste in junk food, with Double Stuf Oreo Thins being her favorite poison. During the summer, her poison became mine. "Double Stuf Oreo Thin" is an oxymoron that doesn't trouble my stomach in the slightest. I ate those cookies with mindless gusto.
I have distinct weight epochs of my life. I know the timeline as well as I know the stretch marks crowning my love handles. Dropped 80 pounds in 1996. Dropped 60 in 2010 when I'd let myself go.
I am a yo-yo dieter, except that the string of my yo-yo is about 50 miles long.
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