
Losses & Gains: A Simple Lesson In Grief Accounting
I haven’t stopped eating since December 11, 2011. I tried. But every attempt at any sort of control was futile. A potato chip to nip the truth. A French fry to mute a cry. And anything covered in chocolate (and I don’t even really like chocolate) to just push down even the slightest of feelings I felt that day that I was told by my mom that she wanted to die. I’ve gained 50 pounds in the past seven years. I blamed it on menopause. I mean, how else does one pack on that much w