Like Many People, My Weight Problems Started in Childhood
I'd always been on the bigger side. My father was bigger, but athletic, so nobody really thought much of it. That changed about when I was in third grade. My parents would take us to eat at this family burger spot down the street, and I'd always get half of a burger, and my sister would get the other. On this particular day, my sister didn't want any, so I ate the entire thing. And that's when I realized I could eat more.
It was all downhill from there. My father was a great man but, with me being his only son, he spoiled me. He was my enabler, buying me anything I wanted, whenever I wanted. I enjoyed food so much that it’d drive me to eat even more. By age 12, I could eat enough food for a family of four in a single sitting.