My 6-year-old son called the police on me. I have never been an abusive parent but that day it was as if my head was going to explode. I'll never forget the horror in my son's eyes as I threw porcelain plates on the TV while screaming crazily. I had become a maniac. My body was craving sugar and staying away from it made me go nuts.
I felt a huge swell of shame when I returned to my senses, but it was too late. That day I decided "Never again will I put myself in a situation where I could hurt my child." My mission was clear – I had to eliminate sugar from my life. It was the hardest thing I've ever done.
As the first few weeks passed by, my urges became less intense. My mood was always on a rollercoaster ride, but my therapist helped me practice some techniques to maximize mindfulness. I started writing about my struggles with food. Just the act of writing about them, letting go, brought me peace.
Today I face my cravings head on. Not because they are weaker, but because I'm a stronger person than I used to be.