The Making of a Food Addict, Part 2

By my mid-twenties, I was living in a 24’ camper with an irresponsible husband as well as my son and two—sometimes three—other adults. For all intents and purposes, we were transient, just one small step from homelessness. Life was out of control. More and more, I sought solace in food. When you’re spiraling into addictionContinue reading “The Making of a Food Addict, Part 2”