I was exhausted, with dark circles under my eyes. My belly was pudgy and flowed onto my thighs; my sides had started to fold over, like Bibendum the Michelin man’s; my breasts spilled over my tight bra as if imprisoned and fighting to break free. It was a struggle the bra was clearly losing.
I was trying to fit into a pair of pants that had been too big just 6 weeks prior and it ripped! Ripped, can you believe it?
Confusion, overwhelm, doubt, fear, and anger struck all at once.
“Who is this?” I asked myself. “And how did I get here?”
My recent divorce had taken a toll on me and left me feeling like a failure. I became an emotional eater, gorging on food to suppress my pain.