Not working out

So, clearly I haven't been posting, which means I haven't been dieting-- or readjusting my food choices.


Sigh...


This is hard.


Well let's start over. My name is Folami Morris and I am a foodaholic. Yes, a foodahoolic. It started when I was young. I had a great dad.. well I still have a great dad, I don't know why I said that in the past tense. Our family was a health food family. Every meal was home cooked and perfectly balanced. It was cooked with love and our bodies' best interest in mind.


I hated it.


It was such a nightmare. My friends got to eat fast food daily. They rarely had home cooked meals and their idea of a balanced dinner was fries with their hamburger of coke. Fries are potatoes after all.


Where does my father fit into this? I'm getting there.


When I was 12 I ended up attending this extremely prestigious high school. I went from the worst school in the state to one of the most prestigious schools in the country. I completely tanked. I was floundering. I had always been so smart and now it felt like I couldn't do anything right. A teacher took interest in helping me and slowly my grades began to rise.


And every time I got an A my wonderful father would take me to Mcdonald's.


When I was sad because I didn't do well, my dad would take me to Mcdonald's.




And that's how it started. Bad food was my reward. It was a reward for doing well and it was my mental booster when I was down.


Food is literally my everything. And not just any type of food, but bad food.


It is time for class, but my next post will be about making a change, because this is not working out. I know how to cure my body. I just need the willpower to do it.




Folami Morris