I get asked a lot “How can I distract myself from food?” Well, you kind of can’t. Because that’s like trying to distract yourself from going the bathroom. Think about it. What happens when you really have to pee and you try to hold it? You start dancing around, jumping up and down, but eventually you have to pee or your gonna pee your pants right there in Target. There’s no avoiding it. It’s like that with food. Say you decide to give up bread because it’s “bad” for you. Now all you can think about it bread. All Continue Reading

I used to think this was a true fact. Like, truer than my hair is red or the sky is blue. If I let go of dieting, if I stop counting points, calories, pounds, fats, carbs, sugars, every single lick, taste and bite…I will get as big as a house. My waist will expand to epic proportions and I won’t be able to fit in my car. If I loosen my grip on food, even just a little bit, I’ll spin out of control. I was absolutely sure I would eat 10 bags of potato chips, 5 boxes of gluten Continue Reading

Why in the world is it so hard to ask for help? I mean come on, we honestly can’t do it all. So why do keep running in circles, trying to do it all, failing to do it all and then beating ourselves up? Is this just the way it is? I’ve gone many years not asking for help. And then complaining when I have soooo much to do. But who’s fault is that? Obviously I know it’s mine but I still have trouble asking for help. But why? Our society (begins ranting about injustice) we are told that as Continue Reading

    It was kind of a challenging day. A lot stressful. I felt a little crazy from too much to do and not enough time to do it. So I did what any totally normal girl would do…I ate chocolate…on the way to the gym. It was premeditated. I was headed to the gym and on purpose grabbed this giant bag of Belgian Thins chocolate. In my defense it was dark chocolate full of superfoods, that makes it a-ok, right? And it was delicious. Normally this would have been a recipe for disaster, a binge waiting to happen, a Continue Reading

  You’ve probably heard this a million times. The scale does not define your self worth. It’s really really honestly true. Your scales a liar. For many years I let my scale do just that. I allowed it to tell me if today was a good, or bad, or really, really bad day. A low number – hooray! great day! But a high number – a bad I’m-not-worthy-of-living kind of day. It was almost like my scale was taunting me. “Step on me..I’m your friend…I love you” and then BAM, the number was higher than yesterday. My scale was a Continue Reading