By July 2014, I had gained back 40 of the pounds I had worked so hard to lose. I was still working out, but not nearly enough to burn all the extra calories I was consuming. I had never considered myself, or rather accepted that I was an emotional eater until now.

July 3rd, 2014 I went out on a ladies night with four of my friends. The alcohol… and emotions were definitely flowing that night as most of us were going through some sort of life event.

One of those friends had recently given birth and during one point of our conversation I ended with telling her, “But I am happy for you,” to which she replied, “I don’t think you are… I think you’re mad and don’t think I should have a baby.”

Her baby was a beautiful oops… but there was definitely that tinge of, ‘why was it so easy for everyone else’. Her response made the tires come to a screeching halt in my head. It was one thing for me to feel the way that I was feeling, but it was another if I was projecting those emotions out into my life. I didn’t want to be sad anymore. I didn’t want to be bitter anymore. And I sure as hell didn’t want to keep gaining weight. Something had to change.