You've counted calories for years, swore by your food scale, and have read more nutrition labels than you could even begin to count.
You've spent globs of money on gym memberships and classes.
You've gone to bed almost every night beating yourself up for eating 10-miles-past-full and snacking your way through your after-dinner TV time.
And right before you go to bed, you promise yourself, "I'll be better tomorrow".
There are so many other things to think about and reasons to put it off.
Covid. Remote learning. Remote working. A big deadline. Kids at home way more than normal. Weekend plans with your quarantine pod.
And now you're terrified that you'll never figure this out, thinking that you may just be too obsessed with food and eating to ever lose weight and feel free.
How do I know this?
Because that was 100% me.
I know what it's like to go to bed night after night so full from the combo of food and shame, you feel like you may want to vomit.
I know what's it's like to wake up full of regret and promising yourself that today will be different.
I know what it's like not to be able to shut off the constant food noise in your head and wonder if a lobotomy is the only solution.
I know what it's like to feel hopeless because you've tried everything you can think of and nothing's worked.