Prior to my mom’s intervention, I really didn’t care what happened to me. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t reckless or suicidal (I’m a wimp when it comes to anticipating pain) but I wasn’t scared of having a heart attack or anything else that could happen as a result of being so heavy. At that point, I had tried every diet and exercise program and was so defeated and despondent because I never stuck to them so nothing improved. I had no idea what to do so I kept eating, gaining more weight, feeling ashamed and embarrassed and like a complete failure. My relationships with family and friends were superficial, at best. I avoided many social situations and deflected conversation pertaining to me for fear of having to open up. I was functioning, going to work and hanging out with family and friends but I now realize that I was just going through the motions. I am amazed that I even did that given the deflated emotional state in which I existed.
Michelle Wilson | Binge Eating Coaching
…digesting emotional eating
This reads like a soap opera! Can’t wait to read the next post. I totally understand what you’re explaining…functional yet detached, in the room but far away, and totally defeated. Thank goodness someone reached out to you and kick-started this journey.
I’m finding your postings very inspiring and filled with growth. How wonderful that your mother intervened! I was just thinking that so many people don’t have the kind of gift your mom gave to you. So wonderful that you were able to engage and grow.