01/06/2026
Week 12.
Looking back to this past October…
this past summer…
this past year…
I honestly can’t believe I did this.
I was at a place that’s hard to talk about — not just physically, but emotionally. I had never dieted in my life. I didn’t even really understand what “self-control” meant around food because I had never needed to.
And then one day I realized something that changed everything:
I had become an emotional eater.
Not because I was hungry — but because I was reaching for comfort.
Salty snacks. Trail mix. Candy. Cookies.
Sugar cravings on full volume.
Eating things just because they were there.
Shopping for clothes stopped being fun.
Nothing hid the growing menopause belly.
I was constantly trying to figure out how to dress my body so I could still feel decent.
Two years ago I was told to buy a black dress for an awards event. I used to shop at White House Black Market — I had been a size 5/6 my entire adult life. I walked in and everything was spandex, form-fitting… and suddenly I was a 14 or 16 depending on the cut. There were barely any options for me.
That was a moment.
Not just about clothes — but about identity.
And yes, the way we feel inside does show up in how the world meets us.
Week 1 to Week 12 has been a gift.
Not painful. Not punishing.
But a relearning.
I feel good in my body again.
I trust myself again.
And the greatest joy has been helping others on this same path — hearing their wins, seeing their changes, watching them feel hopeful again.
That lights me up more than I can put into words.
This wasn’t just weight loss.
It was coming back to myself.