Broken,
Bruised,
Bitter
Full
I had become disgusted by not only what the scale had to say, but by what my body had to say. It was clearly speaking “exhaustion”, and most days it was screaming so loudly I would call my husband crying begging him to come home. The battle was never ending. I was exhausted mentally and physically. On top of it all, my first-born was diagnosed with borderline high cholesterol at the age of five. And yes, you read that right. As a mother and role model, this tore me apart, because she didn't do this to herself... as parents, we did.
I began a new journey
&
of
Doubt