Yesterday was one of my really low days. I was tired from no sleep the night before. I was feeling guilty from eating 2 bags of M&M’s and a large KitKat within 24 hours, and all that after just starting to work with a nutrition coach, no less. I felt lonely, and I didn’t want to ask for help in the loneliness because I judged that I ought to be doing this (pulling myself out of my crap) on my own. I felt like I would be too much of a burden if I asked for help. I felt like a failure.
I did finally send two texts, and felt much better after speaking with two of the humans I treasure most in my life.
Sometimes all I need is a little poke, a little prod, some kind of internal push to do something different, no matter how tiny. That tiny little thing can make a world of difference.