Let me set the scene for you…
It’s 11PM on a Monday night.
I’m standing with my back against the front door, excited about the half-gallon of chocolate ice cream that just got delivered by Postmates.
And I’m promising myself, “You’ll just have a little.”
Fast-forward to half an hour later — the empty ice cream tub is sitting on the floor by the couch. It’s so completely empty that you’d think my dog came through and licked it clean.
I don’t have a dog.
I’m sitting on the couch and what else am I doing?
I’m thinking there must be something deeply wrong with me as a person because, once again, I’ve gone on a binge. And now I’m full — actually, way past full — but still feeling empty.
But you wanna know what I learned?
Being overweight isn’t a moral failing.
Wait. I’ll say it louder for the voices in the back of your head...