I used to anticipate weigh day with a mixture of hope and dread. It would be the barometer that would tell me if I’d been “good.” It would define my self-worth and be the source of my joy. Remember: The joy of the scale was…
That image above reminds me of the broken dreams of my self-determination. And these journal posts from seven years ago reveal the emotional ride of a lifestyle that led to disappointment and failure. I’m here to tell you there’s a better way! As you read…