There it was again, the familiar hollow clink of my spoon against the bottom of the strawberry jam jar.

Another jar gone. Not spread on toast. Not part of a snack. Just me in the dark kitchen, eating spoonful after spoonful straight from the jar, listening for footsteps in case someone woke up. In those moments I felt so low. I hated myself and my body. It felt hopeless, like I would never find a way out.

From the outside, my life looked perfectly normal. Loving family. Good schools. Everything a girl was supposed to need. But inside there was a constant emptiness I didn’t understand. By the time I was a teenager, I was obsessing over my body, restricting, bingeing in secret, and measuring my worth by numbers on a scale and a tape measure.

For 14 years I lived in that cycle.

The turning point came in my twenties when my husband and I joined a Kabbalah class for young couples. Week after week something inside me began to shift. When the class paused for the summer, the emptiness rushed back and I finally saw it clearly: what I had been trying to fill with food was a spiritual void.

Soon after, I found a spiritually grounded recovery program. I haven’t binged since 2002. I stopped weighing myself and years later I can still fit into a dress from that time, proof that freedom from the scale doesn’t mean losing control of your body.

Today, I am still married to the same man and blessed to be the mom of five children. I am passionate about helping Jewish moms heal from food and body obsession through spiritual connection so they can show up with honesty, self-trust, and deep connection in their relationships with their children, their partners, and themselves.
You don’t have to figure this out alone. I’m here to guide you.