Maybe my difference is that up to 2022 I was running, did a half marathon in 2020 but then 5-10ks 2-3 times a week and ate well, then my world went upside down summer 2022. Sounds dramatic I know but I truly loved my job, was well respected by exec team etc and then my organisation changed. All execs gone, my director gone, new director and team from merging company took over and bullied me horrendously. My qualifications and experience suddenly meant nothing. There were a couple of nights I was suicidal - never had mh issues ever up to that point. My husband was my rock, my dc pulled me through. “They” did what they could to break me but I refused to allow them to ruin the career I built. I kept my dignity and, it’s taken 3 years but I’ve proven myself. Dh pointed out throughout, they have nothing. If they truly believed I wasn’t competent they’d have used performance management to get rid. They couldn’t; I’m good at my job. I dug deep, showed up to work, crying on my drive in (I’m not a crier) but I also, alongside this, completed a masters level qualification at a Russell group uni (despite their constant digs about it being above me I got a distinction - last November, a piece of paper that proves I’m good enough and more qualified than the bullies - indisputable proof).
Now, during that time I comfort ate EVERYTHING!
Things are now improved. The team I manage are awesome and my cheerleaders. They witnessed it all and have confirmed my paranoia was justified. They do not let anyone badmouth me because I’m a good manager. I don’t mean that with arrogance. I care about my team, I push them to be the best they can for them, I believe in them, I want them to want to be in my team and know I have their back. They values they previously tolerated and thought were normal are gone. They are respected and valued.
Sorry that’s very long but that’s my story of how, in November 2024 I finally felt happy with who I am with paper evidence and a team who’ll sing my praises. That’s when I started mj because I wanted to get back to the me I was before the hurt.
FYI - I still work very hard but… between the hours of 9 and 5. Outside of that it’s 100% my family’s time and I take lunch breaks.
I guess, in short, I’m hoping that the damage I did was due to a very specific set of circumstances and outside of that I hope I can manage my weight once it’s back to pre career catastrophe.
apologies for epic post - quite cathartic though.