The beginning of the disordered thinking started in the 9th grade. I was 110 pounds but I was a size 7. The size 7 bothered me. I looked skinny but I didn’t feel skinny. Most of my friends were sizes 3 or 5. I was always wondering why I wasn’t a size 1 or 3. To me those sizes seemed better to me. I didn’t like to exercise or sweat. I was in the marching band so that helped to keep me at a size 7. I was able to eat what I wanted and not gain weight. I’ve always have a very big sweet tooth. At that point in my life I wasn’t going to give up sweets. When I was little, I didn’t like to stay over at my grandparent’s house until I figured out that they would let me have 2 pieces of cake, Then I loved to stay over at their house. When I was sad, I loved to eat. When I was happy, I loved to eat. When I was mad, I loved to eat. I was a very emotional eater. At that time I didn’t know what an emotional eater was. On most Saturdays growing up my mom would spend about 4 hours in the kitchen cooking food for the next week. My dad would tell me to go in the kitchen and help my mom so I could learn how to cook. Cooking never appealed to me. I hated it. The kitchen was always so hot and I hated when I would burn myself. The fried chicken would pop and the grease would get on my arm and it would hurt. Using the oven mitts always scared me because I could still feel the heat from the pan through the mitts. I wouldn’t understand the real reason I didn’t like to cook until I was 31. Like most kids, I was never big on eating fruits and vegetables. The taste was bitter and the texture was wrong to me. My mom had to make me eat my vegetables. I was grateful that she never forced me to eat green beans or lima beans. I would have to sit at the table until I at least ate a little bit of the vegetables. She made me eat eggs too. To this day I don’t eat eggs, green beans, or lima beans. I haven’t eaten watermelon since the tenth grade. My parents were having a cookout at their house. After eating the meal, I ate two chocolate chip cookies and a slice of watermelon. I felt like I was going to throw up. It was probably because I ate too much. At the time I thought it was the watermelon that made me sick. I vowed to myself never to eat watermelon again. There was no way on God’s green earth that I was ever going to give up chocolate chip cookies. To this day I haven’t eaten watermelon. When I got my first job near the end of the 11th grade, I was happy, I did get teased, the boys would say that I had the no ass at all disease. Before that I had never thought about my butt being flat. I became self conscious about my butt. I was able to maintain my size 7 until the second year of college. That was the beginning of the yo-yo dieting that would take place for the next 11 to 12 years.