For about a full week already we have a gate to the kitchen. Not a "keep-the-toddler-out-from-under-my-feet" gate, but a "let's help-Ricki-live" gate. Ricki's continued weight gain has reached terrifying proportions, despite all of our attempt to cajole, threaten, plead, and teach.We have tried dietitians, adjusting her medicines… all to no avail. So we finally realized that we had no choice but to lock the kitchen and refrigerator off bounds. Which we have done.
We thought that Ricki would throw tantrums, but she didn't. It is almost as if she is relieved. SHE WANTS to be healthy, but she doesn't manage to fight her evil inclination, as is true with many of us.
Many of us need physical barriers to protect us from our yetzer haraa. I'm glad that ricki understands.
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