My mom never denied me anything, but she did limit my desserts. She could not have taken care of me, by herself, until the age of eighty-seven if she hadn't.
The stress of my mother's illness and death caused me to lose a lot of weight.
If a caregiver told me I was heavy, I would try to lose weight. I knew the caregiver did not mean that I was fat. She meant that I was heavy because I was unable to assist them when they were transferring me. I kept my weight down hoping it would make things easier for them.
I try to eat healthily. A lot of fruit and salads. I love yogurt too. I have gained some weight. However, I am still a little underweight for my height. I am a small person. They tell me I am doing okay.
When I got here, I would notice what other residents were eating. I would wonder how they could eat all the carbs and desserts that they did. Didn't they care about eating healthy? I am embarrassed to .admit I was judgmental. I was also a hypocrite.
It's not easy living in a facility. It can an extremely frustrating and stressful place. Some days, eating may be the only thing a resident has to look forward to. Food is a constant, food brings comfort. Food may be the only source of comfort some residents have.
I love junk food. I love desserts. There are days when I am so frustrated here that all of my thoughts of healthy eating go out the window. On those days I eat ice cream and whatever I want because I know ice cream and other desserts will make me feel better.
It's not easy for someone with a disability to keep their weight under control. No one knows that better than I do.
Everyone chooses the way they want to eat. Some days I eat healthily., some days I don't, Either way, it's okay.
Gotta go. It's almost time for ice cream!