Wow, what a difference 2 months can make. When I started my journey back, the last of July, I was broken. I had just lost my big brother 2 months earlier. Death leaves such a sting especially when you’re not prepared for it. I know we are really never fully prepared but my brother’s death was totally unexpected. I was down deep in the pit of despair and heartache. I was lost! I found myself 10 pounds heavier and had lost my muscle tone that I had worked so hard to build. When you’re hurting, you find yourself taking comfort in things that really don’t do you any type of good. My go to comfort became food. I was eating just to be eating. No rhyme! No reason! Just because! I had turned back into that emotional eater that I had fought so hard to get control of. I needed to find my way back. I needed something that would help to bring my joy back. I’ve always found happiness working out. Whether it’s helping others with their fitness or working out on my own, I’m the happiest. It not only brings me joy but it helps me to cope. It’s my escape! It’s my time to forget about everything else going on around me and just be in the moment. This program could not have come at a better time. I needed something to commit to. I needed something to look forward to even it it was just 30 minutes a day. Slowly but surely, I’m finding my way. The pain of losing a loved one is still there but it’s becoming more manageable. My emotional eating is not at the forefront of my thoughts and healthier choices are made more so than not. I’m a work in progress always. This time around it was to find my way back.