In my first post, “Breaking the Silence,” I explained how I became a blogger who specialized in topics related to food addiction recovery — and then why I became silent.
Before I delve into how to escape food addiction, I want to introduce myself a bit more.
I am married to Kurt, my husband of nearly 36 years. He’s the star player of my story. You will be seeing his name woven periodically throughout this blog.
We have raised three boys and two girls who are currently ages 30, 28, 22, and 18. (Our deceased son would be 26 if he were alive today.) We also have a son-in-law and future son-in-law — the wedding will be this coming winter.
Each of our children have accomplished some pretty amazing feats, but in order to protect their privacy, I will be keeping their names and stories out of the spotlight.
However, I will introduce to you my two Corgi grandogs, Libby and Fern.
Libby is eleven and a sweetheart. I became her caregiver when her mom attended college more than 800 miles away. Her mom recently graduated and will be working in New York City, so I will continue to care for her.
Fern is my oldest daughter’s and son-in-law’s new puppy. She’s a social butterfly and full of spunk. I affectionately call her “Little Squirt.”
credit: Yaro Photography
I was reared on a farm in rural Indiana.
My dad raised soybeans and corn. He was also a master gardener. He planted large vegetable gardens, multiple flower beds, strawberry patches, a grape arbor, apple orchard, and walnut grove.
Below is a picture of him in the 1970s with his bounty of vegetables.
I inherited a love of growing plants from my dad.
Right now I have 75 tomato plants that will be producing more than 1,000 tomatoes within the next month. I’m sure you’ll be seeing pictures of them soon.
I also have an addiction to transplanting perennials on rainy days in the spring — everything from peonies and lilies to daffodils.
As a result, more than 5,000 daffodils come into bloom every April on our property.
Additionally, I like to paint.
At age 16, as soon as I got my driver’s license, I started a mural painting business.
I hauled paints and brushes in the back of a Pinto wagon (a popular car in the late 70s) to various locations throughout Northeastern Indiana.
I painted everything: animals entering Noah’s ark, Shakespeare’s village, action sports, pets, landscapes, flowers . . . on church walls, in schools, in homes, and even a life size covered wagon on the side of a farm shed.
This led me to study painting and art history at Purdue University.
Today, I have a painting studio in my home.
Below are some oil paintings from this past year — before the final pigments were applied.
I plan to have a new body of oil paintings completed soon to show you.
I also dabble in acrylic painting for those who prefer to decorate their homes in abstract, neutral colors.
I use old, lithograph prints as points of departure.
Young adults love their unique simplicity, and I’m very pleased with them too.
Last, but not least, I love blown glass and pottery.
Thankfully, my oldest son is a skilled potter and glass blower, so my house is filled with his handiwork.
Now to the nitty gritty part of my life:
Unfortunately, food addiction and binge eating took over much of my adult life.
It slowly changed the very person I was until I didn’t even recognize myself anymore.
By that I mean physically, yes, but also emotionally and psychologically.
Why would I expose my intensely personal life to you in the months to come?
Because I wish there had been a blog such as this when I was younger.
It would have been helpful to me and to those in my circle of influence: parents, teachers, coaches, clergy, physicians, friends, and my future husband.
It would have been priceless information that could’ve possibly saved me and my then-and-future family many years of needless pain and suffering.
I want this blog to provide a place of support for you — a place to share tips from the lessons I’ve learned and the recovery blessings I’ve received — so you may be able to escape food addiction and emotional eating too.
Feel free to dialogue with me in the comments below.
I can’t promise I’ll be able to reply to every comment, but I will certainly do my best to read them and then formulate future posts accordingly.
Welcome to the journey ahead.
Peace to you.