I know I've talked about this before but I'd like to elaborate a little bit today and even share a picture.
A lot of you talk about growing up fat and I have to admit once again that I have no experience with that. Eating was not a big deal to me as a kid. It was an inconvenience because I had to stop what I was doing outside and come in, clean up and sit down and be with my family. Mom, older siblings, and me. These were not always enjoyable times. I would finish as quickly as possibly, clean up, and go back outside to my friends.
As a teenager, I remained in escape mode. I was never home unless required. If I was "home," I was in the room I shared with my sister - reading, napping, or studying. Lots of summer days were spent on the porch swing or riding my bike. Ohio winters are harsh sometimes, but outside was the place to be if you could be, or at a friend's house annoying her older siblings.
I was "bean pole" or "ironing board" and even in my junior year "TW" for "titless wonder" for a while. Skinny Minny, aneroxic, skeleton freak. I did not have a great body image. I tried to gain weight by watching more television and eating peanut butter and margarine sandwiches washed down with Dr. Pepper every night at bedtime. Fatty, sugary, white-bread snacks at the worst time of day didn't do it for me. I couldn't sleep anyway, so the caffeine made little difference. Here's a photo of me at 16 years old. Yep, 1986.