June 30, 2017
I don’t know how I ate as an infant or small child. My weight was over eight pounds at birth. My father’s weight had been over nine pounds; it was genetic. Katie’s weight was also over eight pounds.
From birth through the year I turned eight, my family would drive to the Dairy Queen on summer Saturday nights and order. When I was a baby, they bought me an ice cream cone and my dad had a malt. Mom didn’t have anything; she claimed not to have a “sweet tooth.” My folks didn’t know a baby can’t digest or use ice cream.
Anyway, my childhood weight must have struggled because my...