| Back in the late 1940s, I was in an all girls boarding school and I was gaining weight. The other girls (Hollywood, you know) ended up vomitting after every meal but I felt it was unhealthy,. My mother used to pick me up after study hall hour and before dinner and we would drive up Beverly Glen Blvd. and I would smoke 2 cigarettes to lose my appetite. It was simply to keep my weight down. I graduated in 1950 and being free of the school rules, I began to smoke before every meal and between meals. It worked my weight during these years was 114.
I stopped smoking when a pack of cigarettes went over 35 cents and went through 6 months of hell. Over the years I've gained 60 pounds and feel awful. I was an athlete all those years but still the weight hit hard. Going on estrogen after my hysterectomy just kept adding more weight.
I will never smoke again as the withdrawal was pure hell. I don't care if others smoke; my husband smoked a pipe for years. I never once felt it was a moral sin or even health hazard. |