I’ve been spiraling downward for months now. Deluding myself into thinking that i’m just fine. I’m just happy. I’m in control of my weight, of my eating, of my thinking.
Not so much.
I made the call.
It was a sunny day. A Friday. I was driving with the windows down, the radio up and a strange feeling of ambition.
Sitting at a stoplight, I picked up my phone and dialed.
It rang. Three times it rang.
“Hey Brook!” Ben, my trainer, answered with a smile.
I took a deep breath, let all the pride, anger, hurt and self-loathing free. I was ready to admit it.
“I need help.”
And so a new journey begins….