I remember a time when food consumed my thoughts.
The second I woke up I looked forward to breakfast.
In between meals I counted the minutes until I could eat again.
All day I debated with myself about what treats I would let myself have.
The first question I always had for my mom after school was, "What's for dinner?"
If there were treats at a party I could barely stay present with the people I was talking to because part of my attention was...