In 2015, I shared one of my greatest struggles with my blog audience. In a post titled "The 'Happiest' Binge Eater of All," I gave the reader a front-row seat for the fight against my food addiction. It was by no means a pretty sight—especially when I shared the lengths I would go to conceal my habit—but I felt like I could publish it since I proudly assumed that the binging was behind me. It turns out, it was not.
My Year Without Dessert
I never thought that I would be able to say this, but I have officially gone one whole year without dessert. It all started on my twentieth birthday when my friend Olivia told me that I should try to go off dessert for thirty days with her. Feeling full from the obscene amounts of pizza …
