By nature, I am a perfectionist. I always try my best to have it all together and present the very best version of myself. Over thr course of the past 3 years, my life was a mess, Between covid, job stress, family stress, Illnesses and social isolation, I became extremey sad and depresses. No matter how hard I tried to keep it together, my struggle manifested itself in my weight gain. I got to the point where I didn't want to leave the house. I turned down most invitations and opted to sit on mt couch-ashamed. I tried over and over to pull myself out of this space but nothing seened to motivate me enough. I stopped caring. Instead, I channeled all of my energy into trying to be the perfect mommy. The perfect cheerleader for my friends, the perfect mentor for my colleagues. It was overwhelming.