June 14, 2022
I’ve been overweight my whole life. It was a classic combination of genetics and environmental factors. Food was my friend, and it was always there. And food never judged. It soothed, it numbed and it celebrated. For me, this was a poisonous combination. The more I ate, the more I felt bad. The more I felt bad, the more I ate.
For decades, I never saw a way out of this cycle. Furthermore; I didn’t feel like I deserved out of this cycle. This was my lot in life, and that’s OK. But then I had a kid. A lot of people assume I had this surgery for my kid, and in a way, it’s true. Sure, I want to live a long, healthy life to be around for her, and I want to play with her and run with her. But, more importantly, I wanted to model what taking care of yourself and showing up for yourself looks like. Even when it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard.