My mother was most concerned about my weight gain when I was eight years old.
After school, I would eat a snack often. But when summer came, I started doubling the amount of food. While my sister and friends were out playing, I would be in the house eating. I went from 70lbs. to 105-lbs. by the time school started in September.
I came into the third grade and already fat, my mother had to buy clothes ever so often because I kept growing out of them. By the time the year was over, I gained 25-lbs. My mother took me to the pediatrician about my weight. Doctor told my mother to put me on a diet in order for me to lose weight.
I would lag behind when I would run in gym. I couldn’t keep up with the neighborhood kids when playing. Back to the diet part. I was restricted to eating fruits and vegetables in order to lose weight. My mother bought a tape measure and a scale for my weigh ins. I would eat behind her with the cookies and chips.
My mother signed me up to go to fat camp in order for me to lose weight. I would lose several pounds from fat camp; but not as much weight. I enjoyed going to fat camp because I wasn’t alone in battling obesity. My mother had to deal with the fact that I’m going to be fat.
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