Gladys Friday
New Member
I was hoping to have been through the surgery by now but no.
I can remember being on diets from the age of 11. My Mum died when I was 18 months old, my brother was 3 and my sister was 6. My Dad brought us up on his own which an amazing thing to do in the 60s. There was no help for him and we never became involved with social services. My Dad was pretty strict when he was bringing us up because he felt that we could be taken from him at any moment. I was lucky that I was never bullied because of my weight but I can remember my Dad being a bit annoyed because he had to get my new clothes from the teenage part of the catalogue rather than the children's section. My Dad was the type whereby you have to finish what's on your plate. I was a fussy eater and soon learned that a way of pleasing my Dad was to eat all my food. My Dad used to cook for four of us and gave us big portions. He possibly felt that this was the only thing he could do properly as we were very short of money so we couldn't do some of the things other children could do. Mind you, during the summer, he would make up a big box of sandwiches and 3 bottles of watered squash and take us to different beaches most Sundays. As we all started leaving home Dad wasn't very good with portion size so would still cook meals for four until there was, as I was the youngest, just him and I left. I actually didn't know that you could cook baked beans in a saucepan until I joined the RAF. My Dad always fried them! He also fried pork pies! They taste gorgeous but imagine the calories!!!!! I was in the RAF for 7 years as an Assistant Air Traffic Controller and travelled a lot. When I was at one camp we had to have our No.1 uniform (best uniform for parades and when very high ranking officers were visiting) and I couldn't get it done up. They had to have a special measure made. I went on a diet and, after they had received my special measure uniform, they had to take my original one in by quite a bit.
To be continued!!! Battery getting low!!
I can remember being on diets from the age of 11. My Mum died when I was 18 months old, my brother was 3 and my sister was 6. My Dad brought us up on his own which an amazing thing to do in the 60s. There was no help for him and we never became involved with social services. My Dad was pretty strict when he was bringing us up because he felt that we could be taken from him at any moment. I was lucky that I was never bullied because of my weight but I can remember my Dad being a bit annoyed because he had to get my new clothes from the teenage part of the catalogue rather than the children's section. My Dad was the type whereby you have to finish what's on your plate. I was a fussy eater and soon learned that a way of pleasing my Dad was to eat all my food. My Dad used to cook for four of us and gave us big portions. He possibly felt that this was the only thing he could do properly as we were very short of money so we couldn't do some of the things other children could do. Mind you, during the summer, he would make up a big box of sandwiches and 3 bottles of watered squash and take us to different beaches most Sundays. As we all started leaving home Dad wasn't very good with portion size so would still cook meals for four until there was, as I was the youngest, just him and I left. I actually didn't know that you could cook baked beans in a saucepan until I joined the RAF. My Dad always fried them! He also fried pork pies! They taste gorgeous but imagine the calories!!!!! I was in the RAF for 7 years as an Assistant Air Traffic Controller and travelled a lot. When I was at one camp we had to have our No.1 uniform (best uniform for parades and when very high ranking officers were visiting) and I couldn't get it done up. They had to have a special measure made. I went on a diet and, after they had received my special measure uniform, they had to take my original one in by quite a bit.
To be continued!!! Battery getting low!!
