Let me take you back to Valentine’s Day 2006 — the height of my obsession with food.
I was 26, a first-time homeowner, married, and at my lowest adult weight. Random people at the inn where I worked, both coworkers and guests, seemed to approve.
“You’re so tiny!” my boss said.
“How do you stay in such great shape?” asked a fellow front desk employee.
“You look like a model,” said a 50-something judge visiting from New York. (I was neither tall…
I never apologize. I’m sorry, but that’s just the way I am. – Homer Simpson
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