13 years ago, I encountered my first major experience with grief. My Dad died from stage IV-B lung cancer 8 months after being diagnosed – mind-blowingly difficult. I was 25, married just over a year and I could eat only sushi from Sushi Sam’s and cheesecake ice cream from Cold Stone with the itty bitty chocolate chips.
I would order the Love It size at Cold Stone, but I would eat maybe half of it and put the rest in the freezer for later. I got down to a size 0 and I mean a loose size 0, noticeably slim, people commented as I loose weight first in my collar bones, so it is not easy to hide it.