Step one: Honesty and admitting that I’ve contributed to my own suffering.
I got fat.
I’d been in denial for quite some time but this last year I knew the problem was all my fault. I still had a challenging time accepting it though. I didn’t want to think about it. These last couple of years have been really difficult for me. I’ve dealt with family drug addictions, becoming power of attorney for one of my parents (who is also now in a nursing facility full-time at the age of 59) and one of the most traumatic things I’ve ever had to deal with in my life: the death of somebody I loved very dearly from suicide. My mind has been all over the place. It’s been a very difficult journey, trying to figure out what to do now and where to turn.
