There I was in the therapist's office, sobbing my eyes out, trying to pry myself out of the wretched hole of self-loathing and self-pity I had submerged myself into after the rampant attempts to control my addiction to food miserably failed.
The empty Ben & Jerry’s pints of Cherry...
Recently, I had a near mental breakdown. There I was sweating, grunting, panting, moving to my near-maximum physical capacity. I was proud of myself and as I reflected on the last 6 months, I realized how much my body, my lifestyle choices, and my daily habits have changed.
I stopped...