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  • Growing up with a second-generation Italian father who cooked meant, foremost, to know this: food is equitable to love; the more you eat, the more love it shows.

    When I became old enough to look for love outside of my family, I was too overweight to be of much interest to anyone as anything other than the safe, fat friend. I was typecast by my peers so food became my first, silent, spouse. I ate for love through a lonely high school and college, I ate for love through a tumultuous marriage, I ate for love when that marriage ended.

    Now I eat to show my body love, and without any set diet plan I am down 92 pounds of false dreams and skewed perspectives. I have stopped compulsively binge-eating. I am focusing on a more plant-based, whole food diet and I walk better and with more coordination already because of it. I imagine that, at 31, things can only continue improving... and it's through the simplest of those things (Eating! You normally have to do that to stay alive, but it was killing me) that I have ultimately reaped the most reward.
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