Pain keeps me awake. A lot. (Since a stroke, five years ago.)

Being sleep-deprived and in pain, I look for comfort, which in my case means...food.

When I'm in so much pain that living another five minutes seems like Mission Impossible, it's hard to turn down something that might taste good, the health consequences be damned.

Over the years, I've managed to keep my weight from increasing, but I still have moments of weakness. I just don't want to feel so terrible.