For years, food had way too much power over me. I don’t mean that in the “I love chocolate” kind of way. I mean, food actually dictated my mood, my decisions, my sense of worth. It took up so much mental space that it felt like a constant background noise, always telling me what I could or couldn’t eat, what I had to “make up for,” what I had to avoid. Honestly, it was exhausting. Maybe you can relate?
The thing is that food was never supposed to have that kind of power. It’s meant to be...






