e don’t want a basket full of candy this year,” my brothers and I said to Mom.

The elastic on our sweatpants was stretched so far that it was starting to splinter. Feeling sorry for the few lonely threads that clung on for hope, we figured it was time to go on a diet. So this Easter, in honor of Christ’s resurrection, we were gonna start a fresh and healthy new life!

“Then what do you want?” She asked.

“We want fruit! Something healthy.” I said cheerfully. I was too high on the idea of being thin to realize that not having candy on Easter was like not having presents on Christmas. [click to continue…]

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