I don't mean to be mean, but how did you get so fat?

Words from the wonderful middle child... She has little-to-no filter. She's brutally honest. So honest sometimes it hurts. I'm kinda immune to her antics but she is who she is. And God gave her to me for a reason... 

A few Sundays ago... She said "I don't mean to be mean, but how did you get so fat?" 

Good question. 

I'd like to blame having babies. Back to back babies were a factor but not the reason. 

I do blame genes somewhat but... I don't think now it's genes... It's years of ignorance in good choices. We never ate healthy. We ate whatever... Whatever was served, fried... Always pasta and potatoes.... It was generations of eating like that. 

It was a lot of no one seeing me eat. Closet eating I guess. Late at night, Monty's at work and kids asleep... Why not eat 3 oatmeal cream pies? Some icing out of container? A bowl of ice cream? Sweetened condensed milk? 

Stop at the store get a candy bar and throw the evidence away before anyone sees you.  

Always throw away wrappers, always wash bowls or spoons. It was an addiction. Addicted to this toxic stuff slowly ruining my quality of life. 

No one thinks food falls into substance abuse, but why not? We need to eat to survive ... Not get a sugar high. 

It's what I did. My dr calls this AA for fat people and he's right. 

Cut out the bad and you go through withdraws... Headaches, cranky. It wasn't alcohol or Tabacco... But I abused it--- and that's how I got so fat! 

Whoa. I just got real!