York Times best-selling author of Joy Bauer’s Food Cures and Your Inner Skinny
Contributing Editor/Monthly Columnist to Woman’s Day
Honestly, I’m not sure who I’d like to thank more—the people in my life who have provided me with the most encouragement or those who’ve provided me with the most challenge. Both have given me so much. I’m truly grateful. And to those whom I’ve challenged over the years (and the list is lengthy)—whether or not we are still a part of one another’s lives, please know that when I think of you, it’s with respect, appreciation, and admiration.
This book, which chronicles said challenges (and triumphs) has been a longtime dream of mine. It never would have come to fruition without the encouragement and inspiration from the esteemed Joy Bauer, Amy Goldsmith, and Catherine Whitney, as well as my brilliant attorney Kim Stenton, my dedicated (and über-hot) screenwriting agents Debbie Deuble-Hill and Sheryl Petersen, and my book agents Steve Fisher and the ultra-dedicated Linda Konner—each of whom has been with me throughout every step of this journey.
Similarly, the entire team at Central Recovery Press (Patrick Hughes, Valerie Killeen, and my amazingly talented editors, Eliza Tutellier and Nancy Schenck) has shared their talents, guidance, and support wholeheartedly (and not just because they wanted me to continually email them pictures of my dog—although I’m sure that perk didn’t hurt). And to graphic designer Marisa Jackson, I am grateful for the meaningful and iconic book cover (and interior) design. Your talents shine!
There are others who have been instrumental to this specific work as well—including the fifteen gifted friends and family members who made direct contributions through their write-ups included herein. This book would not be what it is without your wonderful insights and reflections. Joy, your Foreword and friendship both mean the world to me. And Petra, your Thin/Fat Observations that you’ve graciously allowed me to share on these pages continually bring me clarity, determination, and laughter. Hear that applause? That’s from me, to you. And Jaxon, your allowing me to feature your beautiful song lyrics is a gift I carry with me every day. You, my friend, are a true hero.
I’d also like to thank the people who remind me daily that “family” comes in all sorts of incarnations. To Charlene, Elizabeth, Grace, Kath, Maggie, Michele, Nik, Peter, Sally, Yvonne, and Jason, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for loving and accepting all aspects of who I am. You lift me on a daily basis and I am forever grateful. And to Latte, my seven-pound bundle of fur, who continually teaches me that there’s bliss in every moment, I am eternally grateful for the reminders and all of the smooches.
Lastly, I’d like to thank you, the reader. And this is not done in an effort to encourage you to keep reading. The journey I share is one of highs, lows, and lots of in-betweens. Having you on this path with me, even simply via these pages, helps my strength and my resolve, which can in turn hopefully help and inspire yours.
We’re all in this together. And for that, I sincerely thank you.
the weight-ing game
I am standing in darkness, having been hidden away by my host.
I’m not sure what’s happening at this moment or why I was shoved into this dark room and told not to touch anything or make any sounds.
I can hear people passing by in the hallway. Who are these people? Why am I not allowed to see them? Are they embarrassed of me? Have I done something wrong?
I am overcome with paranoia and anxiousness—feelings I’m all too familiar with after everything I’ve experienced in my life. The abuse from my parents that I thought was normal and sometimes felt was deserved, getting teased and tortured throughout my school days (even into college), not fitting in (often literally) wherever I went, and, saddest of all, not believing in myself enough to not let any of these things matter.
Is the event that I’m here for—something I thought was going to be so wonderful—to be another letdown? Am I here to fall flat on my face? Is this going to be my destiny forever? To continue to fail?
As I begin to wipe sweat from my brow, the door opens. I hold my breath.
Light streams into the room and I am yanked out into the hallway and shoved toward a doorway.
“When that door opens, walk through it,” says the gruff voice of the man who’s shoving me forward. I turn to get a closer look at him but he disappears just as quickly as he appeared, having entered a side office.
I am once again alone.
My heart is pounding. I try to breathe, but my chest is tightening up.
“This was a mistake,” I tell myself. “I never should have accepted this invitation. But it’s too late now. I’ve got to go through with it.”
I look toward the doorway I was instructed to walk through. I realize this is it. This is going to be, like it or not, a defining moment.
Am I going to sink or swim?
I summon up the courage to do everything it takes to soar, as the door in front of me begins to open. As I step forward I can’t make out anything but bright lights. I’m squinting to see what’s waiting for me on the other side. But I’m blinded by the lights.
I realize what’s about to happen is going to change everything.
gregg’s weight by book section
God got it wrong.
In his infinite wisdom he created magnificent mountains, shimmering oceans, and Sandra Bullock’s smile. But when it came to food groups, he screwed up big time. I mean, why can’t carrots be high in fat and chocolate be good for your eyes? What was the Almighty thinking? Then again, what was I thinking?
At six years old, I was a scrawny, skinny little kid. All I would eat was hot dogs and oatmeal—and not necessarily on
