The image on the left was taken eleven years ago on the streets of Manhattan. It was very difficult to keep up with my teenage son. Finally, I told him to go ahead and sightsee without me. After he disappeared into the crowd, I found an ice-cream shop. . .my drug of choice to help me cope. The image on the right is me today. I’m going back to New York next week to visit a daughter and son-in-law. I can walk for miles now!
This morning during a podcast interview, I realized once again that it’s the hard times we go through that teach us the greatest lessons.
It was the years of ongoing struggle to find a solution to the addiction to high-fat, high-salt, processed food and sweets that has ignited my passion to now help others get free.
Read MoreTypically, the focus of my blog is about overcoming food addiction in order to live free of preventable diseases. But today is Mother’s Day, which triggered a tsunami of emotions that I had to uncover in order to live in continual freedom from the addiction. Maybe there is someone reading this who will benefit from it. If you don’t like reading about mental illness or suicide loss, you won’t hurt my feelings if you skip it!
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It’s that time of year.
Mowing season in Indiana has begun.
When I’m in the middle of mowing the lawn, the last thing I want to do is come inside, sit down at the table and eat a traditional salad with a fork.
So I don’t.
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Fourteen years ago
Even though I was sitting on a ticking bomb at age 44—teetering on the brink of a stroke or heart attack—I was highly functioning as I navigated land mines of junk food everywhere I turned.
And that’s the danger for many people who are trapped in addiction.
Addiction to processed food especially, can be disguised for years before the walls begin the crumble.
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