As I've already mentioned, my weight was a constant source of irritation to my uncle's wife, and it was something she regularly criticized me for.
The school day started early, so I was always out of the house by 7:30AM or so. Lunch was at approximately 12:00PM, and dinner was usually around 7:00PM, since we had to wait for my uncle to arrive home from work, and his commute was at least an hour.
Once my aunt declared that my weight was unacceptable, food was off-limits to me between meals. As a growing adolescent, seven hours was a looooooooooong time to have to wait between lunch and dinner. I've also mentioned that food was a source of comfort, so I had a constant and ongoing combination of physical and emotional hunger.
That pretty much sums it up. |
But a hungry child is a clever child.