PORTRAIT OF A CARBOHYDRATE ADDICT: ELLEN’S STORY
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We sensed immediately that Ellen was a very giving person. Forty-two years old. she was a homemaker, happily married and the mother of two teenage daughters.“I think most girls are dissatisfied with their weight,” she told us, “and I was no different. But when 1 look back at my pictures 1 was absolutely normal. I was twenty-five when I got married and I wore a size: eight. Hut I’m twice that size now.” She looked older than her years, too, with her soft brown hair going gray.”Right after I got married. I got pregnant with my first girl. 1 ended up twenty pounds heavier. With my second daughter. I gained another twenty, and somewhere along the way 1 picked up a few more.’”[ need to lose at least forty pounds, maybe even fifty,” she concluded.She knew about Carbohydrate Addict’s Center because a friend had consulted us. She’d even looked over her friend’s Carbohydrate Addict’s Test and determined that she? would test even higher than her friend had.”Last week. 1 really saw how bad things had gotten. I baked a square chocolate cake for Susan, my fourteen-year-old, because she was having friends over for a slumber party. 1 was finished baking by around one o’clock in the afternoon and the cake was cooling before I put. on my famous butter-cream frosting.” Ellen s manner was reserved, her voice- soft.”Each time I walked past the cake, I would smooth an end of it. picking up some crumbs to even it out. Then I would stick a knife into the frosting and smooth it out and lick it oft”. By the time I actually got around to putting on the frosting, the cake was about a quarter”Them I cut the cake in half in order to put one square layer on top of the other, but the shape looked strange. You know, too small to be a normal cake and too large for a small cake. I continued to pick and snack at the cake in order to make it look right, then I put it into the refrigerator.”Then I went into the bedroom and fell into a heavy sleep. I got up just as the; girls were getting home from school.” Ellen was very sheepish by the time- she reached this part of her story.”They went to the refrigerator and found this ridiculous little cake-that looked really strange. They wanted to know what had happened to the rest of the cake. Then—and here’s what really got to me—I lied. I said that my sister had come ewer—they know how she can eat—and that she ate up quite a bit of the cake. Hut the girls looked at me like they knew something was wrong.”Ellen finally went to the store to buy a cake for her daughter’s party. “I felt like a drug addict or alcoholic, covering up my addiction from my family. And I felt so frightened of them seeing through my story. Here I was of may own kids. It’s a really lousy way to feel.“That’s when I called you. I thought that you might be able to do something for me.”*23\236\2*