My Dad

I love my dad.  I love him with all my heart.  I would love so much to be able to help him.  I think that is why I try so hard to help others.  I feel like I failed him.  I haven't been able to help him lose his weight that he has been carrying for so long.  He has yo-yo dieted for years.  I remember him being on NutriSystem and him disliking the cardboard food.  He has a problem with food choices, portion sizes, and exercise.  I try to give him advice. He shakes his head and agrees to try but I know he just telling me that to make me happy (and shut-up). 

I remember watching him eat steak fingers, french fries drenched in ketchup and gulping big glasses of sweet tea.  I found it replusive the amount of food that he could eat but yet I have the tendency.  I can sit down to a plate of food and eat until I pop.  I have to use self control not to eat and eat and eat.  Sometimes, I don't have it.  I will go back for seconds and then clean my children's plates.  It is a disease that I have to control.  It is better today than it has ever been because I have taught myself that the food will be there tomorrow.