It took being on the ledge of a foreign hotel room, ready to end my life, to catapult me into taking action against something that mental health professionals told me I would never overcome.
It seemed that the moment I decided to go vegetarian in 2005, everyone in my life became a nutrition specialist and they were all convinced that I was going to drop dead from protein deficiency.
Reverse crunches. Jackknife sit-ups. These sounded more like torture techniques than exercises. I cringed and kept sifting, expanding to YouTube videos. Those were even worse as there was no real explanation or way to know if I was doing things right, simply video after video of: “now do this for a minute.”
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