Food is fantastic, delicious, and melt-in-your-mouth delectable. We have always had a good relationship, food and I, until the fateful day when I looked down to find that it had horribly betrayed me. I was at least fifteen pounds overweight, and not in a good way. As a dancer I have to keep my body in prime condition, but my love of chocolates and sweets and breads of every flavor made my ballerina hips into over-sized monsters. And I had to wear a leotard in this condition. On stage.
I am currently not talking to food (Eating, yes. Talking, no. We are not anorexic here, just schizophrenic). Not only has it betrayed, baffled, and bloated me,