Even with dieting and exercising, my agent explained that I was “filling out too much” and needed to have surgery in order to stay in the business. Yes, finally, in my early 20’s I was becoming a woman. Washed up in the modeling/acting world by 24 years old. Luckily I still had a day job.
My next big move, included a geographic change, a vocation change,and a relationship change. I bought a 7-Eleven Store. I was now the Queen of junk food. Having been on a low/no fat diet for quite a while, my first taste of squirty nacho-cheese-type sauce with “chili” on chips made me sick for three days. Slowly though, my body adapted and I could eat an old out-of-code corn dog washed down with beer with the best of ’em. As my six plus year relationship came to an end, I found solace in chicken fried steak and gravy. I knew how every diner in the area prepared theirs. I might have been a connoisseur? I contemplated that gravy might be a beverage?
It probably doesn’t need to be said, but my weight hit a new high and my health hit a new low. Again, full disclosure, I’m including a picture from this time period. I know this wasn’t me at my heaviest, but like many people uncomfortable with their size, I wasn’t a big fan of having my picture taken.