In that moment I knew without doubt that my decades long repeating pattern of pledging to make it happen “this time,” would happen. The time was up!
Near tears, I knew that the grit to conjure up willpower, and the all-too-familiar sense of hopelessness when I couldn’t hold on, was really over.
It was like I’d been fighting with an invisible monster for years and years, and at last he was dead. It may sound overly dramatic, but anyone who has been caught in the eat-repent-repeat cycle for any length of time will most likely understand.