I'm not exactly sure when my food obsession began, but looking back at pictures I see I was overweight by the time I was 3 years old. I remember when I was about ten, and my mom left me home alone for the first time. Scared yet excited about this new freedom, I sat on the carpeted floor in our kitchen (carpeted kitchens were a thing in the 80s) crying and eating ice cream out of the container.

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