Wake up. It’s almost the end of the week. It's been a tough few days.
The baby is crying. He needs you.
You feel the heaviness in your chest and tears start to well.
You’re not sure how much longer you can handle feeling like this. Like you’re failing.
You catch a glimpse of your reflection with disdain.
You’ve lost complete control with food and your body is paying the price. It’s gross.
You follow the meal plan for a few days, sometimes less, until you go off the rails.
Why can everyone else do it? What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I eat like a normal person?
You grin and bear it. You have to be strong or you know you’re going to ruin your marriage and kids.
The to-do list and work keep accumulating. You can’t catch up. The pressure builds. (SWITCH)
You don’t care anymore. You dig out the forbidden foods & start with just one bite. It’s all you need to relieve the pain.
Within minutes you’ve burned through it all. Your stomach hurts. Any sense of hope is lost.
You fall into a heap of cries. Gasping for any reason to keep going.
You husband texts, “Hey babe, how’s your day going?”
You know it isn’t the time to ruin his day, too.
“Just fine, how are you?”
You inch through the rest of the day like a zombie and hold it inside. Numb.
You fall into bed that night completely exhausted. Uncomfortable. Defeated. There’s no more tears.
You swear that was the last time. You’re never binge eating again.
But you know that’s a lie.
When you’re ready to know a life that isn’t like this, I’m here for you.
When you’re ready to eat like a normal person without meal plans, shakes, or counting calories, I’m here for you.
When you’re ready to live a life that feels free, I'm here for you.
Send me a message if you are ready to take a stand for yourself.
I know your pain, mama. And, there is so much better out there than this.