I knew Christopher Bowman during the years of his career. His mother was a wonderful cook. I believe her heritage was from Malta, a tiny island off of Italy. She was so much like the stereotypical Italian mother, warm, gregarious, outgoing (much of which Christopher inherited), but it was his dad who had the best sense of humor, exhibiting a dry wit that Christopher also inherited and was something that made him such a fun personality. Unfortunately he didn’t inherit his dad’s genes when it came to his weight as his dad was quite slender. Keeping his weight down was a real problem for Christopher as he tended to gain weight rather easily as he grew into his teen years, so Frank Carroll began to monitor Christopher’s weight on a daily basis. How he hated those daily weigh-ins! His mother did what she could, even to taking food off his plate if she felt he had enough to eat in order to keep his weight down. I really think that those daily weigh-ins was what caused him to start taking drugs because then he had no appetite for food. The problem then was that he couldn’t control the drugs. I knew he was in rehab and that lasted for a while, but once off drugs, his weight gain eventually put him back into drugs. It was a vicious cycle. I had hoped that after his skating career was over and he had married and had a daughter that all that terrible cycle ended and it did for a few years. I don’t know what caused him to spiral back into drugs but in the end it finally killed him. It really was such a tragedy because I so remember his beautiful skating, his wit and charm.
Originally Posted by Olympia
Wicked Yankee Girl