This week put my binge eating recovery to the ultimate test. After my 89-year-old mother fractured her pelvis, I flew across the country into a whirlwind of family stress, difficult decisions, and emotional upheaval. In the past, this kind of crisis would have triggered my emotional eating and sent my food noise through the roof. But something remarkable happened instead…

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