I Cried at the Gym This Morning
This morning at the gym, Austin and I were having a great shoulder and bicep session. During the workout, he mentioned that he’d love to write a training program for me—one focused on building significant strength and muscle by putting me in a calorie surplus. The plan was to build a solid foundation of muscle now, then eventually transition into a "cut" to lose fat while maintaining that new mass. As he was talking me through his ideas, I felt an overwhelming wave of anxiety, dread, and deep discomfort. The moment he said "calorie surplus," something shifted. I have struggled with disordered eating in many different forms for as long as I can remember. It has always felt like the one area of my life I could never truly control. When I lost 100 pounds with the help of GLP-1, that "food noise" finally went silent. It was one of the most freeing periods of my life because I no longer felt that constant, exhausting push-and-pull with food and sugar. It was just... gone. I’ve been off the medication for over a year now, and while I’ve maintained my weight through an intense and disciplined workout regimen, the last few months have been a struggle. The food noise has returned with a brutal vengeance. As Austin spoke, tears flooded my eyes and I just broke down. I felt that familiar sense of being out of control—a feeling I relate closely to my past relationship with alcohol. But this feels harder. Alcohol is a poison I could cut out entirely, but I can't just quit food. I have to find a way to navigate it every single day. I can’t "call it a day" on eating; I have to do it correctly, and that requirement of balance feels incredibly daunting right now. I don’t have a happy ending to this story just yet. I will keep you all updated on the journey. I’m still in the thick of it. But I know that with @Austin Douglas support, this community, and my own relentlessness, I’ll get there. I wanted to share this for anyone else struggling with something they can't seem to get a grip on.