the ice cream me

ABOUT

MY ICE CREAM STORY

Ice cream used to be my everything ... until I became everythnig.

I suffered from binge eating and bulimia for over 20 years.

How did it start? I don´t know - slowly like poison did these horrible binge attacks come into my life. There was no warning, no incident, nothing. And all of a sudden I was in the middle of a circle that I could not control anymore. I lost everything, friends, family connection, self-esteem, joy, happiness, and in the end, myself.

I was so desperate and thought I could never come out of this dead-end road. I lived for food from the time I got up to the time I went to bed. I didn´t leave the house anymore, I didn´t smile anymore, I couldn´t listen to people when they were talking, I couldn´t do my job and I forgot how to love, how to open up to other people and to be a good friend  - not only to others but also most importantly to myself.

There was a time in my life when I wanted to end it, when I didn´t see any more reason to keep living, to be here on this planet. I was so desperate.

But out of these very dark moments I managed to break free from addiction, from the longing and craving for food and even more food. I managed to get myself out of this dark, dark plant and to live a happy life again, to be present, to have great friendships and a loving relationship with a great man and to my family. I managed to find joy again and to simply love and laugh.

What i could make happen you can too - call me or write me, I will show you how!

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Recovered!
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MY LITTLE FACTORY

It's what's on the inside that counts

There used to be not a single day I did not eat all day long. From the moment I woke up to the moment I went to bed. I just ate - I sat at home and I ate, I was at work and I ate, I left work and started binging until I was at home and continued my eating.

I did not care for anything else than eating. This was all I could do. I numbed myself with food until I could not feel anything anymore. I was stressed out and I ate.

It was no life. It was an addiction that brought me to the darkest places anyone could think of!

In little babysteps I managed to get out of it and diggged myself out of the dark places into the light again where I found peace inside me and around food.