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The antidote

96a1b794b28e3d909fba61fceaf91682So it’s pretty clear that comparing ourselves to others serves no one. That it’s a game with no winner. The jury isn’t out on this one. I teach my kids not to do it, I train my team to avoid it, for crying out loud my pinterest boards and FB posts are full of  “do not compare yourself to others.” It’s said in dozens of clever and catchy ways with visuals that cause me to confidently say “Damn right…never again. Not me.”

Yet here I am, willingly playing the game. Again. Jersey on, drenched in sweat, sitting on the bench. Exhausted, and beat up after a brutal game of “why am I not that?” all because I was unwilling to shift my mindset before getting trampled. Who – CONTINUE READING

Did I really become that girl?

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I was a head in the sand nurse who couldn’t AND refused to go through a checkout lane without grabbing a candy bar, no matter what time of day. I was the “cookie Mom” for a reason, and coincidentally my kid always got “top seller.” I drank fountain Coke instead of water. I was a Mom who watched Food Network and consistently avoided her veggies while telling her kids to clean their plate. A sugar addict who was certain that Lucky Charms was the perfect meal. Not dessert…meal.

I had never ever exercised outside of three brutal postpartum attempts to sweat off the baby weight. I was allergic to all things “healthy” and refused to read labels.
How did that person become a self-proclaimed, part-time food Nazi? Oh – CONTINUE READING

The day I admitted I preferred Twinkies over tofu

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After years of teaching, preaching and promoting clean eating all over the US and Canada, while all mic’d up like Brittany in front of a crowd of 8000 health conscious wellness warriors, I chose to out myself. It wasn’t in the power point. It wasn’t on the teleprompter. It was as if my guts said “GET ME OUT OF HERE!!” And so it began.

I told the truth. I let them know that I was not walking their walk. I believed in their walk, and I definitely was on the same path, and enjoyed promoting their walk for sure…yet while walking, I was often stopping on a park bench to, well, eat a Snickers bar. Or five. And for once, I was good with it.

The response was – CONTINUE READING

Making a new space • Filling it with gratitude

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I’ve been writing entries that are way too long for Facebook, knowing I felt drawn to pour my guts out in a blog, but I was overwhelmed by fear. Fear of judgement, fear of failure, fear of success, fear of the unknown. Hell, I haven’t even READ a blog so how could I start one? For two years people have been suggesting I blog and yet my head told me not to jump. It was as if I was standing on a platform, safely harnessed, and a large group of loving people were yelling to me to take the leap and I chose to listen to the one jerk on the sidelines who whispered “But what if you fail?”

I truly knew that when the time was right to do – CONTINUE READING