When I was eating emotionally, I often felt like I was in a trance. Something had taken over my body and mind when I opened up the kitchen cabinet and grabbed handfuls of crackers or low-fat cookies.

Who knows how much I ate, why I was eating it, or even how the food tasted. I was pulled to the kitchen like it was a magnet.

It was only when my belly started to feel very uncomfortable that I woke up from this trance. And that’s when the shame and guilt came flooding in. “Oh $hit. What have I done?”