Well, I DID go back to school, and I DID become a Nutritionist. But nothing changed.
I did now know exactly what I should be eating, how much, and when, but I still found myself at the end of every day, on the couch, in front of the TV once everyone else was in bed, stuffing my face with potato chips or M & Ms (or more often both).
To be totally honest, it was embarrassing. It was humiliating. And it was the most hopeless I’d ever felt. I was a Nutritionist for goodness sake! And I still couldn’t get control over what I was putting in my mouth.
What was wrong with me???
I vividly remember one night, sitting on the couch having just finished another night-time junk food binge. Tears poured down my face and I remember thinking that there must be something I was missing. How could I know this much about what to eat, and still be making the wrong choices all the time?
A lightbulb went off for me then.
Maybe it wasn’t about the food at all. Maybe there was something else going on. Some other piece of the puzzle that would fit between my true desire to do better, and the unhealthy choices I always ended up making that I was missing.