For 35 years, I battled the relentless grip of bulimia. Food was my language, my coping mechanism, the lens through which I interpreted every emotion. But today, something extraordinary has happened—I experience a complete disconnect from food. It's as if the relationship between my emotions and food has flipped on its head. Where food once dominated my thoughts, the more I acknowledge, name, and let emotions flow through me, the less I think about food. In fact, I’ve developed an almost aversion to it. What?! How did this happen?

For anyone who’s fought this same battle, you KNOW the possibility for this disconnect exists. Yes, you KNOW it. You KNOW you can breathe and interrupt the tractor beam pulling you to eat. You KNOW it’s safe to feel the emotion, name it, release it, and enjoy relief within 90 seconds. But knowing and feeling are two different things. In those moments, when a simple thought arises, that little food gremlin has you diving into a box of Lucky Charms before you even take a breath. Then comes the guilt, the anger, the out-of-control spiral. That was my life for 35 years! I tried everything—the “traditional” approaches, multiple medications, years of counseling—but nothing truly shifted.

Yet today, my body responds differently. It’s like my body remembers the old pattern but can’t even connect to the first step in the process. I’ve never known this kind of freedom. It’s a HUGE relief and a milestone for me, as if a tremendous weight has been lifted off my heart and body.

Such joy! So, how did I get here? The only explanation is the deep work I’ve done in the trance state—through coaching, hypnosis, meditation, mindfulness, EFT and NLP —and even moments of stillness, like sitting on my patio watching the ducks on the pond. I’ve been re-writing the code in my brain, retraining my body, and cultivating this change over time, like creating a fine wine.

I am so grateful. This has been a long time coming, and I now move forward with confidence in this journey, deeply thankful for my family, friends, teachers, mentors, colleagues, students, and clients—those who inspire me and urge me to continue. It was all worth it! Today, I’m celebrating this harvest, steeped in the wine of gratitude for your love and support.