Feeling Free


When I first found out we were moving to Georgia - or rather, when I first learned we were considering moving there - I felt a wave of panic and overwhelm wash over me.

I got really sad thinking about our life here - my safe little pocket in Western New York. That's all I could think about. I'm safe here. It's comfortable. It's what I know. The tears started to roll down my face. I felt like I was about to be exposed, like my bubble was about to pop, and I felt scared.

When that moment hit I walked....no, I ran into the kitchen and opened the fridge. There was a bag of Hershey candy bars sitting on the shelf. They were left over from our summer camping trip. You know, for s'mores. I was ready to dive into that bag of candy bars.

I took the candy bars out of the fridge.

I put them on the counter.

I stared at them.

They stared back at me.

The tension grew thick.

I wanted to eat them up.

I paused.

I took a couple deep breaths.

I was aware.

I grabbed the bag and put them back in the fridge.

I didn't binge.

This all happened just days after returning home from my trip to NYC, when I was with the amazing Susan Hyatt for the BARE program.

I emailed Susan. I told her about the candy bars, and how proud I was that I didn't binge.

Her response: "Hershey doesn't have the answer"