I dropped Matt off at school the other day and as I was driving away I noticed a (not size zero) athletic looking girl walking into the school. I thought to myself "Did I ever look like that?" and the answer was yes. Suddenly, I started thinking about a time when I was 14, in my first year of high school when my mother brought me to a "doctor" who put us on an orange juice and tomato juice fast and gave us "vitamin shots" twice a week.
Yup, I was 14, eating no solid food at all and letting some quack doctor shoot me up with something.
First pray that whatever was in those shots was not the cause of mom's peritoneal mesothelioma.
Second, it's too late to call the authorities.
I had a dental cleaning toward the end of that "diet." The hygienist commented on how clean my teeth were and I told her that was because I hadn't had solid food for three months. Her eyes got real big and she told me that it wasn't good for me and I told her not to worry because my mom was taking me to a doctor for vitamin shots. Then she left the room and ran off to tell the dentist. He did nothing.
Anyway, I stayed on that "diet" until I got so weak that I couldn't climb stairs without nearly passing out. In school it was less of a problem because I could sneak onto the handicapped people elevator when I had to go up the stairs. But I was a city kid and I took the subway to and from school every day and there was no other way onto the train other than stairs. Eventually I got dizzy going down stairs too and I just gave up on the whole fasting thing I missed chewing so much I would chew things and spit them out and throw them away) and naturally I immediately gained back every pound plus some.
I think there might be some residual fear of not being heavy related to how scared and vulnerable I used to feel and how weak I felt back then when I was actually skinny for a couple of months.
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