I loved my home in Atlanta, Georgia. We had THE BEST backyard. It was full of tall trees with an amazing treehouse my dad built. There was a creek where we would spend hours each day looking for tadpoles or swinging across the water on our tire swing. A neighborhood...
My emotional eating is triggered when I feel a loss of control. Loss of control is a particularly uncomfortable feeling for me, so whenever I feel it, I would resort to shoving enough food in my mouth to make myself feel really full instead. Disgustingly full. Seems...
This past weekend, I shared lunch with three Code Red rebels who are all at different stages of their journey. One is a brand new rebel jumping in with a 10 Pound Take Down challenge and accountability. She is excited and feeling strong. One has done challenges and a...
Were you looking away? Or was I too busy looking down? A few years ago, I would have had a much different answer. Certainly there is judgement and discrimination toward overweight people. We cause an inconvenience when a situation requires sitting closely or a shared...
August 11, 2013— Journal entry: “I am not sure how to do all that I need. I am scared. I feel alone. My foot hurts so bad. I am scared I am going to die.” My foot hurt because my diabetes was out of control. I could barely feel my toes anymore. By this time, I had...
