I've always had trouble with my eating habits. From young childhood to now, food has been my vice, my enemy, my nemesis. When my parents would fight, I'd eat a whole bag of Sour Cream and Onion chips. When I got married and was happy with my new DH, I'd eat a whole pint of Ben and Jerry's in one sitting. Truthfully, I could've eaten two. If food is in the house, I MUST EAT IT. I have no control over my eating.

Which is the height of all irony because I'm a true control freak. It makes me grind my teeth in frustration to be helplessly out of control. I think that's the main...

Southern Mom