Angelike
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ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ Diary #1 ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
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Past:
What is food for me? A delicious drug to numb my pain? A stress reliever to escape from the harsh reality? A guilty pleasure to feel a temporary high into blissland? I didn't know, but my poor eating habits could been a death sentence for me. Thank goodness for the dentist to catch my blood pressure. I want to change my life to survive.
It been a rare opportunity for me to speak out about my weight issue.
I barely couldn't control my own voice without someone grabbing the microphone to narrative their POV about me. Some people wants power to rewrite history for their own personal agenda. I didn't get a chance to share my feelings or opinions.
My whole life is about: Shut up and eat your chocolate cake. (Lol. A Snicker commerical reference). I finally got the freedom to redesign myself for a better future.
I was dealing with my obesity around age four. Food, art, video games and tv (cartoon/anime) comfort my soul from struggling with my own personal issue. I didn't grow up as a poor girl from a backalley hell. My parents provide a wonderful life in suburban environment for me and my siblings to enjoy. My neighborhood wouldn't a food desert with deathtrap liquid stores or empty crackhouses. My father grow a beautiful garden fill with fruits, vegetable, herbs and flowers to maintain a healthy diet for us. I still remember eating Chinese plum from my favorite tree. We hunt for animal when our food supplies reach to level zero. The streets wasn't dangerous for joggers to explore. I could sleep in the my old backyard without a stranger jumping on me? What is the problem? Why you grow up looking like a Saints quarterback. The Answer: Food Culture, Spoil as Hell, Laziness & Overeating. It isn't a black thing but old American traditional. Our food culture model is eat good till our belly burst into potlike shape. We forget the main rules: enjoy our meals without rushing, nasty burping, bloating, piling our plate or passing out into a coma. Food became the best way to communicate upon family and friends. Sneaky candies to make new friends while drooling over the hottest power rangers. Going to family event for free plates to bring home. My family stuff me like a thanksgiving turkey (force gaining)... Why? It was a sign of cuteness to them. It is hard to explain. America did fell in love with Honey Boo Boo for her plum cuteness. Knowledge about healthy food culture didn't exist into my household around age 15. When my fatness was no longer cute for a teen. It was too late for a hardhead, sheltered child to understand about importance of health. I would been humble if my parents send me to a fat camp or gym. Save the trouble to deal with these issue in adulthood. I was the invisible child. When people question about me looking depress. Charm people with a plate of food. When a negative event like my parents fussing about (something something). I would grab my food drug like a box of honeybuns to the next room. Every time my father brought home some snacks to cheer me up. I became my family's garage dispenser. It was a big sin to leave food on our plate for God or hungry african kids. Smh. Food was only way for me and father to bond together. I would overeat and rush in his speed like army tank. Friendly competition. Man! I am a stupid child. The funny thing is my sisters, dad and mom wasn't fat. Food else kept me company through hardtime. My sisters was older and done their separate things. I didn't fit right in social circle with another children or siblings. My privilege to dietian and nutritionist stop in age 11 due to my parents' not getting along.
That it. My fatness started in age 4 by:
Cuteness
Force Gaining
Laziness
Stress
Affection
View attachment 25667
Past:
What is food for me? A delicious drug to numb my pain? A stress reliever to escape from the harsh reality? A guilty pleasure to feel a temporary high into blissland? I didn't know, but my poor eating habits could been a death sentence for me. Thank goodness for the dentist to catch my blood pressure. I want to change my life to survive.
It been a rare opportunity for me to speak out about my weight issue.
I barely couldn't control my own voice without someone grabbing the microphone to narrative their POV about me. Some people wants power to rewrite history for their own personal agenda. I didn't get a chance to share my feelings or opinions.
My whole life is about: Shut up and eat your chocolate cake. (Lol. A Snicker commerical reference). I finally got the freedom to redesign myself for a better future.
I was dealing with my obesity around age four. Food, art, video games and tv (cartoon/anime) comfort my soul from struggling with my own personal issue. I didn't grow up as a poor girl from a backalley hell. My parents provide a wonderful life in suburban environment for me and my siblings to enjoy. My neighborhood wouldn't a food desert with deathtrap liquid stores or empty crackhouses. My father grow a beautiful garden fill with fruits, vegetable, herbs and flowers to maintain a healthy diet for us. I still remember eating Chinese plum from my favorite tree. We hunt for animal when our food supplies reach to level zero. The streets wasn't dangerous for joggers to explore. I could sleep in the my old backyard without a stranger jumping on me? What is the problem? Why you grow up looking like a Saints quarterback. The Answer: Food Culture, Spoil as Hell, Laziness & Overeating. It isn't a black thing but old American traditional. Our food culture model is eat good till our belly burst into potlike shape. We forget the main rules: enjoy our meals without rushing, nasty burping, bloating, piling our plate or passing out into a coma. Food became the best way to communicate upon family and friends. Sneaky candies to make new friends while drooling over the hottest power rangers. Going to family event for free plates to bring home. My family stuff me like a thanksgiving turkey (force gaining)... Why? It was a sign of cuteness to them. It is hard to explain. America did fell in love with Honey Boo Boo for her plum cuteness. Knowledge about healthy food culture didn't exist into my household around age 15. When my fatness was no longer cute for a teen. It was too late for a hardhead, sheltered child to understand about importance of health. I would been humble if my parents send me to a fat camp or gym. Save the trouble to deal with these issue in adulthood. I was the invisible child. When people question about me looking depress. Charm people with a plate of food. When a negative event like my parents fussing about (something something). I would grab my food drug like a box of honeybuns to the next room. Every time my father brought home some snacks to cheer me up. I became my family's garage dispenser. It was a big sin to leave food on our plate for God or hungry african kids. Smh. Food was only way for me and father to bond together. I would overeat and rush in his speed like army tank. Friendly competition. Man! I am a stupid child. The funny thing is my sisters, dad and mom wasn't fat. Food else kept me company through hardtime. My sisters was older and done their separate things. I didn't fit right in social circle with another children or siblings. My privilege to dietian and nutritionist stop in age 11 due to my parents' not getting along.
That it. My fatness started in age 4 by:
Cuteness
Force Gaining
Laziness
Stress
Affection