Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey
From five through twelve years of age, I was a fat kid. At the table my head was buried in the food. My weight was also compounded by the speed with which I ate.
By age 12, I was 25 pounds overweight. I hadn’t seen my feet in seven years. Friends were hard to come by. I heard the word fatso several times a day. I am not sure how I tolerated the abuse. Maybe it was by eating even more.
However, there were several points in my life that produced weight loss: 1. At 12, I discovered girls. 2. At 50, a family video revealed a paunch that really bothered me and 3. At 63, I was told I was prediabetic. With vivid memories of the amputated, horrific, diabetic legs I examined as a hospital pathologist, for the last twelve years the problem has been keeping weight on, on…
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