As a child, my Dad would only buy generic food; plainly labeled chips, pretzels, and cereals littered our pantry.

I grew up with a rich name and a poor dad.

My last name carried celebrity status due to my Uncles’ successful appliance stores promoted with crazy commercials.

The carrier of my last name was mentally ill, diabetic, and blind.

I vowed name-brand snacks would have a place of prominence in my pantry as a grown-up.

Boy did I commit to the vow, filling my walk-in pantry with name brand chips, pretzels, and cereals

The problem was that I couldn’t keep the food in the pantry.

Its seduction whispered to me daily…

“Come, hither, Maureen.”

“You need me, Maureen.”

“I will never disappoint you, Maureen.”

As fast as I filled that pantry, I returned to the store to replenish the pantry while hiding the empty boxes deep within the trash.

My house became THE HOUSE.

I allowed everyone in the pantry to feed their ache for junk food.

I loved feeling like I was the mom with THE HOUSE all the kids would want to visit. It fed my fragile heart.

I was excellent, hiding my food addiction from my family.

Except for the weight gain, no one noticed the binges.

My million-dollar mouth told a different story.

The tens of thousands of dollars that we had to spend on cavities and broken teeth took a toll.

That didn’t even stop me.

What did stop me was no longer being willing to live like I had been living.

Ten years ago, I vowed to get that crap out of my house and along with the weight loss, and I also lost my identity of the cool house.

As someone who thrived on how people thought about me, it took its toll.

I knew, however, that my recovery ranked over my need to be liked.

I demolished the pantry; literally, that walk-in pantry transformed into a bathroom.

I fill the fridge with lean protein, celery juice, and vegetables.

I got rid of the crap because I cannot live around it.

Just thinking about a box of sugary cereal makes my mouth water.

I wouldn’t stop at one
I wouldn’t stop at one bowl
I wouldn’t stop with the box
I wouldn’t stop until I threw up

In a world of grey food rules, I live in black and white, and I have never felt so free and light.

I am so much more than my junk food-filled pantry.

Can you not stop at one cookie, one chip, or one piece of pie?

Then you and food need some rules.

Moderation is NOT your friend, my friend.

If you CANNOT imagine life without junk food, then put it in a place where you have to think about grabbing it.

Society sets you up for sickness and obesity.
Society wants you to fill that pantry with junk food.

Junk food may seem less expensive right now, yet it will make you pay with doctor visits.

Luckily, you have me. I can help you create a pantry filled with foods that nourish your body, allow you to let go of the fake crap inhabiting your cells, and return to your true size.

It can happen in 20 minutes!

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