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Written
by a former overeater who once ate an
entire
gallon of ice cream in one sitting and about froze his stomach.
Wouldn't you love to feel
super healthy? Imagine your body detonating with vitality, every cell
fed with nutrient-rich food.
Here in the Twenty-first century
are florescent-lit aisles of cans, boxes and bags, set out by a
corrupt food industry, a provider driven by greed for money,
ruthlessly exploitation addiction for profit. Fat, sugar, salt and
additives are the tools of the trade. Bodies riddled with cancer and
heart illness are of minor concern.
Once addicted, it's hard to
say "no." The body craves foods that are harmful. Try to improve
your diet, and cravings pop up everywhere.
Some folk fight battles
with guns and tanks, others use spoons and room
utensils.
I remember the Battle of
the Bulge. The Ponderosa pine Dish
Bar suffered a six-plate
defeat.
I remember a war with a
chocolate Easter bunny. In the middle of the night, I bit its head
off. I admit it. I was a food addict. My life was controlled by
food. Moderation was ne'er
my strong point.
When it came to ice cream,
one scoop was ne'er
enough. I once ate a two-and-a-half gallon tub
of maple walnut ice cream. It about froze my stomach. To do
matters worse, it was my roommate’s ice cream! I felt so badly
subsequently that I put a 12-foot chain through the handles of the
icebox and cupboards and told my roommate, "here's the key
to your food." He wasn't impressed.
The
more I tried not to think just about food, the more obsessed I
became. I would-be finish feeding cookies for three weeks, eat one cookie,
and then relapse with a cookie binge. No cookie was safe from me. In
minutes, a bag would-be be reduced to crumbs.
If it wasn't cookies, it
was chocolate. I became a chocoholic with a $28-a-day habit. I could
driving only short distances, as I would-be have to finish every 15 minutes
for a chocolate fix. Mornings were
hell. There is nothing worse than a cocoa bean hangover.
After hating myself for
being so weak, I'd do a decision to stop, only to take another
beating from Mr. Big. I couldn’t win a battle with a peanut butter
cup. In hand-to-mouth combat, I would-be move out a loser.
I needful discipline. So off
to the gym I went, dragging a food-abused body through the paces.
Little by little, discipline developed. I could even as juice fast and
my body was starting to feel more better, but in the area of diet, I
was still battling with food. I felt out of control.
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After
years of trial and error, I have finally overcome gluttony and in
my book, Feeding in Freedom, I reveal what I did that gave me
ultimate control over what I ate!
I'm
no longer a slave to food and today, I am healthy and full of energy
and vitality. You can be, too!