Finding My Way Back: A Journey of Stress, Loss, and Self-Rediscovery

Five years ago, I was at my lowest weight ever—a milestone I worked incredibly hard to achieve. I had lost over 100 pounds and felt a sense of pride and accomplishment I hadn’t experienced before. But life, as it often does, threw curveballs that challenged my resolve.

Me at my Goal

The COVID-19 pandemic changed so much for all of us. For me, it marked the beginning of a slow but steady weight gain. At first, I justified it—comfort food during quarantine, the upheaval of routine. But over the last five years, the weight crept back. And with it came a sense of frustration and self-doubt.

Stress has always been my Achilles’ heel. My job is demanding, and as much as I love teaching, it’s no secret that it can take a toll. I’ve also faced emotional stress, like losing my best friend—someone I trusted deeply but who ended up hurting me in ways I never expected. That loss left a void I often tried to fill with food, seeking comfort in the wrong places.

I want to be here again

Food became my coping mechanism, my go-to when life felt overwhelming. Stress eating is a habit I’ve battled for years, more like my entire life, and when I’m in the thick of it, it feels like I’m caught in a cycle I can’t break.

Today, though, I had a rare chance to just sit and unwind. No rushing, no to-do lists, just space to think. And think I did. I reflected on where I am and where I want to be—not just with my weight but with my overall well-being. I realized it’s not just about the number on the scale; it’s about how I feel in my body and my life.

I’m sharing this because I know I’m not alone. So many of us struggle with the weight of stress, loss, and life’s challenges. But I also know that I’ve picked myself up before, and I can do it again. It’s going to take work—finding healthier ways to cope, setting boundaries, and being kind to myself when I stumble.

This is my starting point. My reminder to myself that I’m worth the effort. If you’re on a similar journey, know that you’re not alone, and it’s never too late to begin again. Let’s take it one day at a time.

What’s one small step you can take today to care for yourself?

Me now…this needs to change

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  1. Wanda Hall Avatar

    I have to also start taking care of myself better I got severe pneumonia October 7. I thought I was not gonna make it. I’ve even called my son in Texas who was in the army and told him I was getting in bed with his special-needs sister so I know that I’m holding her if I pass away I am now almost 3 months cigarette free because I was afraid to touch another cigarette because I could not breathe and now in the process, I have gained 10 pounds and I need to try to lose Julie. I commend you for everything that you do and share with your people we all care we I’ll seem to help each other out in somewhere or another. Good luck and God bless

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