My Name is Hillary, I Am A Foodaholic


My name is Hillary. I am addicted to food.Yes, food is my addiction. Laugh all you want! I am sitting here feeling sorry for myself while everyone around me is eating greasy fried food and birthday cake, while I am sipping on vomit milkshake. I shouldn’t feel sorry for myself. I should be happy that I was given this opportunity for surgery, that most people are never able to even dream of.

I moved in with my mom and brother this week, just to ensure that someone would be on my case watching my every move. While I thought everyone would want to spend time with me, and ask me about my diet, I was surprised to find out that the moment I got there they all ran out of the house. It was like I smelled like cabbage soup or something. Who knows. Anyway, so last night while I’m at my moms house, I go into her fridge, because she always has the best food. I am so ready to cheat and to sneak a little chocolate here, and maybe a piece of cheese. One piece of cheese won’t kill me right? As I go to get it, Genius looks at me. I know I don’t NEED this cheese, I close the door and I was so proud of myself that I was able to walk away. Food is an addiction. It’s hard to just stop eating all together. Food has been part of my life forever. This is like some sick trick the doctors are playing – “hey fat girl, I know you love food, stop eating”. This will all be worth it in the end.

Just so everyone is clear, the reason for this detox liquid diet, is because the surgery is done laparoscopically (that’s how you spell it, I googled it). So because of this, they want to make sure my liver is small so they don’t need to cut me open. If I eat food while on this liquid diet, my liver will be too big and then they’ll have to cut me open when I have the surgery and I’ll have this gross ugly scar that I don’t want.

On another note, something I should have realized a long time ago- we need food to survive, we don’t need it all the time for no reason.

Duffy


Duffy is my brother. Yes, that’s his real name, no he is not a puppy. Anyway, my little brother is one year, eleven months and one day younger than me, let me tell you, he wasn’t always so little. Anyway, this little kid stole all my parents attention when I was just two years old. When he was born he was so fat, he really looked like one of those Guiness World Record fattest babies of the year (sorry Duff). I think at one point when I was four and he was two he weighed more than me. Anyway, I love my brother, but I can’t stand him. He weighs I think 130 pounds, 5″10, and will only eat health food. He’s such a loser. I mean, if you’re that thin, go ahead and eat all the food you want! But it wasn’t always like that, he used to only eat greasy, fried, fat food, the healthy thing only started recently.

I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for his muscles, he would weigh 110 pounds. Anyway, he got the good genes. Not fair…Image