Here it is. Day 365 of 2017. Another year comes to an end. 365 sunrises. 365 joyous moments of drifting off to sleep. 365 chapters, opportunities we got to experience. 365 times we opened our eyes and said YES (sometimes more or less enthusiastically) to whatever the...
When dieting is the only thing you know that you know that you know will heal your broken heart… When dieting is the only way out of your current life your pain your fear your guilt and shame… When dieting is the end-all-be-all plan to make your dreams...
This is probably the biggest limiting diet belief there is. “I need to watch what I eat.” This belief will always come back to bite you in the butt and it’ll keep you in diet prison for the rest of your life. “I need to watch what I eat”...
One of the hardest things about breaking free from dieting and body obsession is letting go of the limiting beliefs about dieting that you’ve carried for years. These thoughts are powerful—shaped by diet culture, fear, and shame—and they’ve likely influenced every...
I’ve been reading a lot about cults lately and I’m coming more and more to the understanding that our way of looking at weight = health is cult-like. There’s a clear mission to keep the truth about the relation of weight and health from the...
I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. These 4 sentences have been words that have helped me through so many difficult experiences of my life. They’ve supported me in my divorce, in...
Trains rush by. I stand still. The icy wind biting at my face. Trains come and go. But I don’t move. I watch. Notice. Listen. Detaching. More trains. I take a deep, long breath. Inhale. Exhale. Trains stop. Doors open. Decisions to make. Get in. Step back. I close my...
Each of us has a unique, fascinating, and ever changing relationship with food. And oftentimes we feel that this unique relationship with food and our body is so screwed up, so painful and horribly twisted in guilt, shame and fear that we’ll never ever be able...
Confession! I haven’t been journaling. Like at all. For at least 2 months. My journal is open, right next to me, but there are no words than want to come out, no thoughts that want to be spilled on those beautiful pages. Or maybe there’s just a huge...
This is a mantra I used to repeat when I was weaning myself off my exercise addiction. I knew that I could work out for 4 hours a day, I knew that I could live off hardly any food, I knew that I could make it through the days starved and weak, I knew I could survive....
