So I work at a candy company, I am a food critic, and I'm solidly in my 30s. Is it any wonder that I have issues with my weight? The thing is that I just don't know how to adjust. As a chubby kid, I started working out and voila! I was thin.
Today, I'm training for a 220-mile bike ride from Hershey, PA to New York City, and I've managed to gain 5 lbs. How is that possible?
In my voracious reading of all things dieting a few months ago, I think I really screwed myself up. Now I don't remember what I ate when I was thin just a few years ago. I don't know how it was that I didn't gain weight. Possibly because I was working at a beauty care company, and I didn't get paid to eat? Possibly.
But perhaps more importantly, out the door has gone my willpower. I vaguely remember eating just a medium soup and side salad when I was in my early 20s. Perhaps I have fallen into the "Supersize Me" trap. Perhaps I just want to enjoy life, and I perceive that enjoyment to be through good food.
My love for food is equalled by my fear of it. It's a strange paradox.