Its An Eerie Thing. My Childhood Is

All Of A Sudden, I'm Thinking That If I Keep Eating The Way I'm Eating, I'm Not Going To Live Long And I'm Going To Die. Having Those Thoughts As A Young Person Can Be Very Haunting.

Stop Trying To Find Something In Food That Will Make You Feel Better. I Used To Have Eating Disorders; I'd Binge And Purge All The Time: Fried Oysters, Po' Boys, Muffulettas, Beignets, Coffee And Doughnuts. I Tried To Medicate Myself With Food When People Made Fun Of Me Or Hit Me With A Bat In School. I'd Always Turn To Food.

My Life Is Just A Never-ending Work In Progress.

I Start Phone Calls At 4 A.m. To Cheer People Up. The Housebound, People In The Hospital. People Who, After Decades, Still Can't Get Over What Happened 10 Or 15 Years Ago.

I Have Never Lied To The People. I Have Always Told Them To Love Themselves, To Move Their Body, And To Watch Their Portions. I Never Jumped On Any Other Bandwagons For Stupid Diets Or Shots Or Pills Or Anything. I'm Very Worried About Our Young People. And We Need To Take Care Of Them, Or They're Not Going To Live As Long As Their Parents. And This Is Really Something Very Important To Me.