The day I knew I had to get help...

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This is an embarrassing story I have only shared with a few people. But the more I open up about this, the more I think people can relate to this in some way.

People always ask me what my turning point was from an obsessive world of strict fitness and weighing out my broccoli, to a completely free, effortless, and peaceful world around food and exercise.

HERE'S WHAT HAPPENED THE DAY I KNEW SOMETHING HAD TO CHANGE

It was Summertime and my firstborn son (16 months old at the time) was taking swim lessons. I had taken the past year to "get my body back" after baby and even though I promised myself I would never go back to bulimia and super restrictive macro counting again, I got to a point where if I wanted to get even leaner, I couldn't do it without severe force. I was already lean and fit, but my perfectionism drove me to want MORE! MORE! Always MORE! Because what I had was never good enough. And i...