I hate to be the one with bad news.
But if any diet could magically help you lose those last five, fifteen, or one-hundred-fifty pounds, it would have by now.
The problem is not a lack of willpower or commitment.
It’s not your metabolism or your addiction to sugar (or chips, pizza, ice cream, or whatever your favorite food).
Your problem is not what you’re eating.
Your problem is what’s eating you.
Maybe, like me, you grew up believing success comes from perfection. Achieving was your way of being seen in the world. …
In school, I was called a daydreamer as an insult.
Constantly told to get my head out of the clouds. To stop getting lost in wandering thoughts, or I wouldn’t stand a chance of making it in the world.
Ashamed by my wild imagination, I learned to drown out my dreams to keep up in a focus-driven world. Believing that daydreaming was impractical, unrealistic, and unproductive.
The truth is, we live in a world full of dreams.
Every innovation we rely on started as an unimaginable thought inside some daydreamer’s head. …
Years ago, I gulped down greasy-buttered coffee every morning in place of breakfast, hoping to become bulletproof. Sadly, the only results I felt were the extreme pangs of nausea, ultimately derailing my efforts.
After desperate failed attempts to keep up the latest diet craze, I learned I need rules, not restrictions. Restrictions subconsciously make our bodies rebel against them. Craving our next feast like a wild-caged animal, ready to devour anything that comes in its path.
Rules can be good. We need constraints to thrive. …
Most people think I have a dream job.
Warm chocolate chip cookies always fresh from the oven. Hand-stretched pizza from a wood-fired oven, delivered in just 90-seconds to your plate.
But when you’re 5'4" and your job requires you to be surrounded by constant temptation, endless snacking becomes extra pounds quickly.
Maybe you’re not a restaurant chef, but still, it sounds familiar.
Bored at home and filled with quarantine cravings, you find yourself making more trips to the kitchen than anywhere else these days. …
No one wants to suffer.
We go to extremes to avoid pain. Spend endless amounts of time, money, and energy to escape a feeling of discomfort.
Medicate it with a fast-acting fix. The instant comfort you crave. A temporary relief, blinding you from the laundry list of life-long side-effects.
But how often do you find yourself repeating the same patterns of painful lessons already learned?
Hoping to create change, but remaining stuck. Silently, crushing your dreams of becoming someone new.
All the tools, resources, and money-back guarantees, feed your misguided ambition of creating a better you.
Hopes and dreams are…
Every time you take a bite of food, consider that you are programming your biology for health or disease. When you eat healthy food, you are, in fact, eating medicine.
Hyman, Mark. The Pegan Diet
Today, there’s more evidence than ever before that our diets impact our mental and physical health.
Obesity is on the rise, along with chronic health conditions and the threat of climate change that becomes a more concerning reality every passing minute.
There’s no denying the correlation between our consumption and the alarming warming of the planet.
Yet, no one can agree on how to fill…
My body was born to be on the go.
Growing up, I defied parents and teachers who struggled with my need for non-stop movement. A persistent inner battle that now hinders getting important work done.
When I have a daunting task, one I know requires undivided attention, a flip switches.
Just the thought of being chained to my desk, fills my veins with anxious energy that refuses to be contained.
Immediately, boredom sets in and I drift off to anywhere else except where my attention needs to be. …
I was six when I got my first LEGO set.
It was no Barbie dream home, but the bright-colored building blocks promised hours of entertainment and a shiny reward at the end.
I followed the simple instructions, snapping together the 802 tiny plastic pieces, to match the perfect image on the box.
I headed downstairs to show off my masterpiece. But my clumsy foot got caught off guard by a misplaced sock, sending me crashing down a full flight of stairs.
After hours of building, my plastic dream world crushed in an instant. …
The only dirty four-letter word in my vocabulary is diet.
Just mention it, my skin starts to crawl, and I want to dive face-first into a tray of rich, chocolate brownies hot from the oven.
It brings up thoughts of deprivation, restriction, and a never-ending cycle of negative thoughts around food and body image.
Today our view of diet is defined by disorder. The movement towards cheap and easy solutions has lead to the rise of obesity and chronic health conditions. And along with it, the diet industry to a worth of $71 billion in 2019.
I am a recovering gym addict.
You know, one of those annoying all-out, push tires around, burpees until you drop, death ropes, kind of exercise junkie. I would get high off the endorphins and sheer exhaustion.
It was my release from everyday stress.
Everything changed when the Pandemic closed gyms, fitness studios, and the rest of the world. I had to find another way to release the anxious energy creeping through my system at the end of the day.
Like many, I turned to at-home workouts. But quickly found, it wasn’t very neighborly jumping and slamming on the third floor…