I saw something that nearly killed me today.
During a break in a presentation, several of us headed to a tiny little coffee shop housed in the facility. There, I witnessed several people load up on the exact brands of flavored creamers (non-dairy, artificial creamers that my former co-workers proved can be lit on fire) and muffins (packed with nearly 500 calories) I used to peddle.
I briefly felt shame before a huge sense of relief washed over me.
I’ll never again encourage people to put garbage in their bodies — instead I’m helping shape futures, and should soon know whether I’ll be working at a women’s gym as a personal trainer, nutritionist and group fitness instructor. Today was a reminder of what I refuse to go back to and what lies ahead.