The most incredible thing happened this past weekend (it’s why I haven’t posted anything even though my 28-day raw diet detox is almost up!!). On Friday hubby surprised me with an incredibly thoughtful birthday gift, a trip to Savannah, GA! It’s my favorite place in the world. He wanted me to have a getaway knowing how much I have been through and sent me with my best friend. No kids, just me and her. Oh. My. Goodness.

It was all a surprise, so I thought I was going alone until I showed up and she was there. I was beyond excited but a little apprehensive too. I mean her and I LOVE food. We love going out to eat. I mean, we devoured an entire 40 oz ribeye together once. We also love to drink together. Especially champagne. Especially on special occasions (Thursdays are special occasions, geez). I hated the thought of holding her back from enjoying her getaway.

All she kept saying was, this is your birthday weekend. This is all about you. Never once did she suggest going to a restaurant. (I did suggest it and it turned out great! More about that in another post) Never once did she hint at wanting to go out for a drink. Never once did she say, “oh, come on. You only have 4 more days left, you can indulge a little”. Even after I bought a bottle of organic red wine (apparently it’s technically raw) she never pressured me to open it and have a drink with her. (which I did eventually)

By the end of the weekend, I was in tears. Completely blown away by the amount of support I received from her. We had an amazing weekend together that was not in any way marred by my raw diet detox. And, for my husband to support me so well that he booked us an apartment as opposed to a hotel because of the kitchen? I mean, I just felt so loved.

I felt like I wasn’t supported before with any of my other attempts to heal with food. Hubby and friends always said the right things, but I still felt so alone. Only, I never was. The perceived lack of support was from pride holding me back. This is the first time I have allowed myself to be supported. No more, “No, don’t worry about it. I got this.” No more, “It’s fine, I am fine.” And, no more, “No, what you’re eating doesn’t bother me, I have my apple.” No. I have finally admitted that I’m not fine. It sucks. It is awful being around others as they eat and drink whatever they wish. The apple is not enough. Finally speaking my truth allowed those that love me to support me in ways that they always wanted to but probably never knew how. My cup overfloweth.

Have you allowed yourself to be supported? Let down your guard? Perhaps it’s time.

In good health

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Published by Melinda Schmitt