I remember returning from my coaching session (remember, a million years ago when we used to meet with people in person and not on zoom?!). I stopped at the grocery store on the way home and was ready to prep and rock my first week. I did the prep, portioned out my meals and put sticky notes on my meals matching my meal schedule on the fridge. I felt like I was rocking life for about three days. On day four - I felt hunger for the first time in probably years, and I did not love it. 

Hunger triggered outright
panic in me. In hindsight, I can recognize that what I was experiencing was a
combination of physical discomfort and distrust of my ability to cope. I had a
limiting belief and it was this: I can’t control myself. Sound familiar?