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Below is a testimonial from our client, Jennifer Blair, of Red Deer.  Watching her go through the process that we have so lovingly created has been such a pleasure for us.  We don’t have before and after pictures just yet for Jen as she is currently in her second round of protocol.  However, I prefer using words to define someone’s “after” success….  We don’t focus on scales or body appearance.  We focus on how a client FEELS.  What they have gained from listening to their bodies and focusing on the things that are REALLY important to them -rather than their thighs!

Here is what Jen had to say after her first round of protocol:

I’ve done a lot of crazy things to lose weight over the years. There was that week in college when I did the cabbage soup diet, or that time a personal trainer told me that three hours every day in the gym was my life now, or that brief foray into caffeine pills and ephedrine (on the advice of another personal trainer.) Jenny Craig, Weight Watchers, Zone, gluten-free, sugar-free, low-carb, paleo, juice fasts — I’ve tried every diet out there, and every diet failed me.

Good thing for me, then, that Goodbye My Muffintop’s Release Protocol isn’t a diet.
Sure, the Release Protocol looks like a diet on the outside. That’s certainly what I thought I was getting myself into last month when I decided, at long last, to try it. Desperate times call for desperate measures, after all, and after years and years of struggling – and failing – to lose weight, I was the very definition of desperate. One more crazy diet couldn’t hurt, right?
But when I met with Kelly, her journey and her passion sparked something in me that I had lost a long time ago: hope. Hope that I could live the kind of life I’ve always envisioned for myself — regardless of the number on the scale.
And now, at the end of my first round of protocol, I’ve seen first-hand the power of the Release Protocol – not just in the pounds or the inches I’ve lost, but in the things I’ve gained along the way: a better understanding of my eating habits; an ability to listen to my body and its hunger cues; a vital support system of like-minded men and women; a new toolbox of ways to manage my feelings; and a new-found realization that I am enough just as I am.
Yes, I’ve lost 25 lbs so far with help from Goodbye My Muffintop – but I’ve regained my purpose, my drive, and my faith in myself, and to me, that’s more valuable than any number on the scale.
Crazy, right?
When I asked Jen to give me more words to express where she’s at right now – this is what she suggested….  gawd I love my job!!
time to blossom

Below is a quote from one of our “Muffins” as we lovingly call our clients, lol.  I am so damn proud of this work that we do in liberating women from the diet culture.  When you alter the way you measure success in a weight release protocol, you alter the way people view their bodies, hearts and minds.

Jodi has become such an integral part of our happy little muffin family and I cried tears of joy as I read her review of her experience with our products and her results.

Here’s a little about who I am. I have been on a life-altering journey of self-love for just over 2 years now. I do not have an “eating disorder”. I do not eat emotionally. My weight, however, has always been so much at the fore-front of who I perceived myself to be. We all want to look a certain way, and we all think that our lives will change as a result of achieving that look. I was no different. I was introduced to GBMM by a dear friend and it prompted me to research it religiously for months before I even agreed to give it a try. You see, my game is self-sabotage. I can talk myself into – and out of – damn near anything. Add to that my amazing ability to procrastinate, you come out with someone who makes lazy, “convenience” choices that result in an unhealthy body. What protocol did for me was it made me prepare – literally – for everything. I kept telling myself “It’s only 28 days. I can do anything for 28 days.” So, I prepared – my food, my drops, my SELF – every week, every day, every meal. Something that I just had never done for myself before. What do you know? It paid off. By me actually believing in myself enough to do this for ME, I saw a pay-off. I felt a pay-off. I saw a side of Jodi that I hadn’t seen before – like, ever. My goal is not weightloss entirely, but it is to be off of my blood pressure medication. I am very proud and happy to say that I am almost there. My meds have been reduced by half. Protocol taught me to trust myself. It taught me to invest the time into myself that I deserve, dammit! My journey will be one that I plan and hope to continue for the rest of my days….it will branch off, pause, restart, and gallop ahead. Now that I know that I can do this for myself, and that I know myself better, I will be sexy-walking in a healthy body down that road. I love all of my fellow Muffins and am beyond grateful that they are walking their own paths alongside me.”

jodi

The quest for body perfection has become a tricky little bastard with a tricky little way to fool you…  It has wrapped itself up in “health”… as in, if you keep trying to get a perfect body you will be healthy… like counting every calorie and tracking every rep is a healthier way to eat and exercise…. Like having “6 pack” abs is a definition of health.  I have my own ideas now about extreme exercise that I won’t share – I really, really, want to end the cycle of judging others and how they choose to take care of their bodies but I also want other women to know that it’s okay to question this…. That it’s okay to wonder how exercising to the point of injury is “healthy”.

I recently had a very interesting conversation with a woman about this judgment.  We were talking about family vacations and she indicated that when they vacation with their whole family they really have to consider her father-in-law who has had 2 hip replacements since he was 55.  Yep, that’s right first hip replacement at 55.  He had always been an extreme athlete, played football through high school and college.  Often played when he was injured.  Then, he became a runner and often continued running against medical advice.  As she started to express how bad she felt for him I stopped her and I asked her how she would feel if her father-in-law was fat.  If he was obese and because of this obesity he had required 2 hip replacements in less than 20 years.  She agreed that this was a very interesting question – that many would see an obese person requiring these surgeries as a “they did it to themselves…” and cast judgment and possibly say derogatory things about the cost to our healthcare system.  And really, what’s the difference?  Her father-in-law mistreated his body too – just because his mistreatment made his body look good didn’t change the fact that his health was compromised by the way he treated his body.

I remember, before children, when I was “imaginary fat” – I always used to commiserate with my friends that I just wished that my body would reflect how hard I worked at the gym… Ugh, I want to hug that woman, and then slap her…  My body did reflect how hard I worked – I just didn’t “see” it… I will never quite understand how I managed to convince myself that if I just worked out harder and ate so much less that somehow that would make my legs and my torso longer…  it’s true, I was striving for a body that only someone a good 4 or 5 inches taller than myself would ever have!  That certainly speaks to the effective brainwashing of the diet and exercise industry.

In any event, I guess I am ready to change the dialogue – ready to ask the tough questions of people and how they view their own bodies as well as others.  It’s time to shift our attitudes about health and realize that the quest for skinny has never been about that.

body health

I met with a client yesterday and much of her story resonated with me… we both have been on “diets” and the quest for weight loss since before we were 10.  We both had mamas that struggled with their weight.  We both have 2 little girls that we will give anything, ANYTHING to not pass these body-image issue onto!

Through this whole process I have never said I am on a “diet”… I try my best to not moralize food… we don’t say certain foods are “bad” for you or “good” for you… we just talk about healthy choices.  I also try very hard to let my kids follow their hunger cues….  But there are things that are far more important than this….  They are watching and listening.  They see me look at myself in the mirror, they watch me step on the scale…. they listen to me talk to my friends… and as my husband says

“little cabbages have big ears…”

In just a few years time my influence on my daughters when it comes to body image will no longer be as substantial as their friends or the media so I have some work to do and I think it is of the utmost importance that they learn from a woman who feels good about her body and her appearance – but it’s a fine line too right?  I want to send the message loud and clear to them that what they look like is  just about the  smallest  part of being a WHOLE good person.

They are listening mamas… but not to the lip service you pay them when you are making their lunches or choosing a snack…  They watch you get ready for a date with their Dad, they see you turn and turn in front of the mirror and then frown, they hear you say the “F” word to your friends (FAT)….

If I succeed at one thing in my life – giving my girls a healthy attitude about their bodies would make me so proud… Listen to yourself today, watch yourself today… Could you do things differently?

body image scale

The following is a submission I received upon request from a Goodbye My Muffintop Client – she has asked to remain anonymous but I am sure that many, many of you will relate to her story.  She is such a perfect example of why a person could benefit from the hormonal re-set that our program provides!  She didn’t need to eat better or exercise better… she wasn’t doing anything wrong.  She just needed to learn how to listen to her body…   To date her pounds lost remain an unknown… but after her first round of protocol she lost an incredible 44.5 inches!

My body image issues date back literally as far back as I can remember.  Even around the age of 4 years old I have memories of being called the “chubby chicken” & compared to my “skinny minny” sister by my mother.  Now if you want some deep seeded issues, I’ve got them.  Can any of you imagine being in kindergarten and not wanting to eat your snack because you thought it would make you fat and mom would get mad for it?  These nasty little self destructive voices took up permanent residency in my brain by the time I was 7 and took up dance.  I remember being fitted for a costume and being told to suck it in because I was big enough, I need shrink room not growth room. I was NOT overweight by any means at this time but I lived in a toxic environment.  My mom and dad had divorced a year prior and my mom was essentially anorexic from the stress.  Of course, she thought she looked great and for the next 17 years we lived on this diet roller coaster with her.

My mom went through a series of rollercoaster relationships which in turn led to crazy ups and downs for us in the eating/diet department at home not to mention the emotional toll it took on me.  By 7th grade on the doorstep of puberty, I was miserable, I had gained weight (mostly due to puberty) and was constantly criticized for it by my mom, hearing things like “I guess it wasn’t just baby fat after all”.  I had even adopted the nickname “hippo” from I don’t even know where.  Entering high school I was an emotional wreck, I wanted so badly for things to get better, I found a new group of friends and tried to pick up the fragments of self-esteem I had left.  Of course as we all know, high school is a vicious place, I was tormented for being fat, which I wasn’t, but it didn’t matter those nasty little voices were in my head and had me completely convinced that I was disgusting.  It didn’t matter what kind of reassurances my friends (who were genuinely good friends) gave me, the whispers, pokes in the stomach and taunting from others just reinforced those nasty little voices in my head and amplified them.

In 9th grade I started making myself throw up so I didn’t have to go to school.  I thought if I could escape the torment, I would be able to cope.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t, it was a slippery slope for me, I saw the number on the scale going down so I continued.  I struggled with bulimia for the rest of high school, eating with my friends at lunch then the first chance I got during class, going to the washroom to purge.  I would get a high from the little bit change on the scale which pushed me further and further down the downwards spiral, leading to other forms of coping like alcohol.

On my graduation day, I met my husband to be and felt that the pressure was on more than ever before to maintain my body image so that I didn’t lose this wonderful guy.  it wasn’t until almost a year after we had started dating that I was driving home from work (with him following behind me in his car) and almost getting into a head on collision because I had not eaten in 3 days and my body was literally shutting down, that I was completely shaken.  I can barely remember any of what happened but he still reminds me of how terrified he was that he would lose me.  I spent the next 2 years overcoming my battle with bulimia but fueling it with another diet for me to fixate on.  I got pregnant and we were ecstatic, then I lost the baby because my body was struggling to keep me alive, let alone grow another life.  This broke my heart and shook me to my core.  I dug deep and started fighting for me.  Slowly, I stopped extreme dieting, started eating a little more and more until I had energy again.

A few months later, I got pregnant again and started to panic that I would lose another baby so I ate, and I mean I ATE.  Everything and anything that appealed to me, I ate.  Around the 2.5 month mark, I got what everyone told me was just morning sickness, but in my case it was terrible, I was sick all day every day, there wasn’t a meal that I ate that didn’t come back up.  The sick thing is that my brain was telling me “that’s great, you won’t gain a bunch of weight while you’re pregnant.”  It took every ounce of strength in me to do everything in my power to get food into me but I wasn’t doing it for myself, I was doing it for this helpless little life inside of me.  Getting praised by the doctors for not gaining weight would be music to most pregnant women’s ears, but for a recovering bulimic who is fighting to eat while her body is essentially forcing her to be bulimic again, it’s a nightmare.  Finally after giving birth to my son, I was able to eat again and destined to prove my body wrong, that I wasn’t still bulimic, I ate and ate and ate.  When I got pregnant again 1 year later, my new doctor figured that my “morning” sickness would be less prominent so I continued to eat whatever I wanted, looking forward to having a normal pregnancy.  WRONG, the sickness hit me again and I again went through the same battle.  After our next son was born, I gorged myself again, I was miserable every time I stepped on the scale but it didn’t matter, I was insistent on proving to myself that I was not the girl I was in high school and I was trying to set a “normal” example for my kids, not allowing diets to be present in their lives.

After my third pregnancy, I was frustrated and fed up.  I was the heaviest I had ever been in my life and was looking for something, anything to grasp at.  I started working out with a wonderful group of ladies and I felt great, I was losing a little weight and gaining confidence, which was great.  However, it became an addiction, I was there 5 days a week with all 3 kids in tow, sometimes there for 2 classes.  It became all about seeing that number on the scale go down now that I knew we were done having kids.  I thought I was setting a great healthy example for my kids.  We adopted a clean eating (for the most part) lifestyle, my kids saw me working out hard both at the gym and at home and I felt great.  Great until I stepped on the scale every time.  I spent a year busting my ass at the gym and eating predominantly clean to only watch my weight fluctuate up and down by a few pounds.  My trainers all told me that I HAD to hit my caloric goal each day or I would continue to put the weight on so I had to obsessively journal everything that I consumed.  It was tedious and I was exhausted, I knew mentally there had to be more to it than a magical number of calories but I trusted my trainers, I had seen their successes so I kept on trotting down the beaten path.  I weighed myself daily like I had done since the age of 9, had my measurements taken weekly and the scale had become my lifeline more than every before.  It was the largest key to my happiness and success.  If the scale didn’t budge or heaven forbid went up, I beat myself up mentally, measured, journaled, worked out just a little bit more.

It came to a point where I was completely and utterly done, I had injured myself at the gym, I couldn’t work out and I fell into a depression.  I just didn’t care, if I couldn’t work out, I wasn’t happy, if I wasn’t I didn’t care what we ate, if I didn’t care what we ate, we ate crap and I felt like crap.  Even more so when I stepped on the scale.

A few months ago haphazardly and only from a miscommunication in a message between Kelly and myself, we got to talking about the GBMM products and she started asking me some questions.  To say I was skeptical would be an understatement, I was completely and totally against it.  But some of Kelly’s questions/statements (some of which I can’t even remember now) got me thinking.  I started on a mission to uncover the skeletons in my closet and deal with them one by one.

What a shitty month, my poor husband lol.  One of the last demons I had to deal with was my dependance on the scale.  It had dictated more than half of my young life.  I had tried a couple of times in the past (mostly during my hardcore workout phase) to ditch the scale, I hid it under the bed but I would sneak off and weigh myself anyway.  I weighed myself on Valentine’s Day morning and let me tell you, it totally ruined my “mood” for that evening with hubby, beating myself up and thinking that if he knew the number he would be disgusted and that was the final straw.  I couldn’t, wouldn’t allow the scale to dictate my life anymore.  I was punishing more than just myself,I was punishing my husband and I’m sure many others along the way.  I vowed to myself I wouldn’t live this way anymore, I threw out the scale and haven’t looked back.  I cannot tell you how completely liberated I feel.  It really is like a big weight has been lifted off my shoulders.  It’s not easy, it’s only been just over a month and it’s a completely foreign world to me, to not get up every morning and weigh myself.  But I’m starting to finally find me for the first time in my life, setting all of the bullshit and demons aside and realizing that I’m more than just a number or how someone else perceives me.  My body is just that, my body, it doesn’t define me and neither does the scale (anymore)!

the scale

It’s just a sandwich…. but is the bread gluten free with grains sprouted from the wings of angels, is the meat preservative/cruelty free  and blessed by the Pope, is the lettuce organic free-trade and kissed by leprechauns by the light of the full moon???  Come on… just make your freakin’ sandwich!

First, no disrespect to individuals who make choices with their food based on dietary sensitivities or any other reasons…  I am, however, tired of all the self-righteous morality surrounding food that I believe is perpetuated by the food industry.  It’s like someone said “let’s confuse the fuck out of them and see what happens”  … The irony that our culture is by far the fattest it has ever been speaks to this point.  I think so many people are getting caught up in so many choices that in the end they are tired and frustrated and just reach for whatever is convenient.  The food industry is on to this (I guess maybe because they started this) and they have tap-danced on this confusion until you choose what you think is healthy AND it’s convenient.  I mean, have you been in a the yogourt section lately?  That’s another blog post all together but let me just say this…. if it tastes too good to be true… you should probably check how much sugar is in it!

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*You seriously need a degree in chemistry to make the right choice!

I got a little caught up in this rat race when my oldest was an infant…. I made all of her baby food from scratch with only organic fruits and veggies (which I still maintain is not a big deal – it’s not hard to throw some stuff in a blender) and continued to feed her this way (she didn’t have fast food before she was 2) until I was pregnant with baby number 2…. then I got tired, and pukey, and a little more tired.  I started buying more convenient food that could be warmed in the microwave.  Guess what? She is still alive!!

This post is NOT intended to discourage people from making healthy choices for their families…. 95% of the food we eat everyday is homemade from scratch (including the muffins or cookies put in lunch kits)…  I’ve just climbed on down from my high horse and recognize that putting this level of morality around food got me in a whole lot of trouble.  I placed too much importance on food  in my life… and suddenly when I wasn’t able to make the “right” and “moral” choices about food I felt very guilty and shameful… about the fucking Alpha-getti.  I really believed that this less than favourable choice defined me as a mother.

This year, on my journey with Goodbye My Muffintop I have acknowledged what I was giving food too much power.  If I couldn’t make choices that I considered “perfect” – I would really beat myself up about it – and then, ironically, the shame would lead to binging on really “immoral” food.   Now, we just try to make the best possible choices, we eat when we are hungry (easier said than done) and we stop when we are satisfied (easier said than done)…  Now, my days are not filled with constant obsession about what I am going to eat and when I am going to eat it.  I feel FREE!   Hmm… think I’ll go have a sandwich.

sandwich

So… I am preaching and begging that people ditch their scales…. if you are on a lose weight/get fit/get healthy quest … don’t measure your progress by using the scale.  I must admit 4 weeks ago when I was telling people this I was really only half-way in it – not totally committed to this way of coaching.  However, The Universe, that tricky little thing, really, really wanted me to believe it!  Another week has gone by and my scale has not moved at all… not at all….  If I was only using the scale to measure my success I would be very, very sad indeed.  Lucky for me I had some other ways of measuring;

1.  My thighs are no longer rubbing together when I walk!  Seriously, what would you prefer – to lose 5 lbs. or to liberate your thighs from each other?

2.  I can do so many more yoga poses so much more comfortably now that my belly is out of my way!

3.  Yesterday I tried on a top that I bought 2 summers ago.  It WAS a  cute little baby toll TOP.  Now, it’s a cute little babydoll DRESS;

4.  I tried on a dress at  Le Chateau and it fit!  It fit!  For those of you who don’t know about Le Chateau their idea of a sizing is not generous… 10 months ago I was wearing a size 18 pair of pants… and they were tight but I refused to buy a size 20… I was not going to be a size 20.

little things

These little things make me so happy.  It’s just these little accomplishments that I note along the way that keep me going and further convince me that the scale is such a teeny, tiny snapshot of who you are.  It’s like measuring your self-worth by something as arbitrary as the size of your feet… I am sure in the morning our feet are these cute little dainty things but after a day of chasing kids, wearing some heels, running errands… they are probably bigger at the end of the day…  we don’t beat ourselves up about that one.. who decided on the scale?

Some stuff I haven’t wanted to admit for a long time is how much I let my weight affect my life the last few years.  Since having my first child 6 years ago – my insecurities with respect to my body took on a whole new level.  Now, I was real fat… not the “fake fat” I was through my 20‘s.  Now I was real, thighs rubbing together, couldn’t touch my toes because of my belly – fat.

I have avoided opportunities to see people from my past because I was embarrassed of my body and didn’t want them to see me fat.  I have avoided doing fun things (like anything involving a swimsuit) because I felt uncomfortable.  And like this quote.

buddha time

.. I thought I had time … and I have let 6 years of my life go by where I was so disappointed and self-concious of the way that I looked I can honestly say I have missed out. It’s like I thoughtI could put my life on hold and once I lost the weight I would get back at it…. now, lucky for me that is what happened… but what if any of a number of tragedies had befallen me …. would I have EVER said “well, at least total strangers didn’t get grossed out by seeing me in a swimsuit”…

This is a common conversation I have with clients…  they don’t go skiing or bungee jumping because you have to say how much you weigh.  They don’t wear  a swimsuit in public… EVER…  I have had some clients say they don’t eat in public, they don’t go on amusement park rides… you get the picture.

I have not reached my goal weight but what if I never reach my goal weight?  Or, what if I miss some opportunities because I am sending out a frequency that tells the Universe that I am in a holding pattern…. “don’t send anything her way… she’s waiting…”  You see what I am saying?

We all think we have time – we all wish for more time -we all waste time – we all abuse time.  But about 10 months ago I decided “It’s about time”…  I tried everything else and nothing worked. Until this, until I was brave enough to admit that maybe I was fat enough to give this a try…

I know there is a ton of mixed information out there and I encourage and applaud anyone to please, please, please be safe, please follow this protocol as it was intended, please ask questions and demand answers but please know that this works and it’s time.   It’s just time.  It’s time you release yourself from this holding pattern and get your life moving and flowing again!  Find out how I changed my life by clicking here.

When you are trying to overcome your demons surrounding food and abusing it… turning to it for comfort – it’s important that you identify your triggers.  Some are very easy: stress, sadness, lack of sleep, frustration.  Some live buried deep in your psyche and seriously conspire to find ways to get you to crack and ultimately over-eat and satisfy that addiction.

The trigger that is buried deep in my psyche is the fact that my 3 year old daughter has Cystic Fibrosis.  Coming to terms with her diagnosis (which came when she was 3 weeks old) was a rollercoaster of every phase of the grieving process and somewhere along the way food became my biggest solace.  Not everyday, I didn’t abuse food everyday – these are the justifications that we create to make ourselves feel better and maintain an otherwise healthy lifestyle.  However, abusing food at anytime is extremely hard on your body – your entire hormonal system.

So, let’s abuse some food, feel tremendously guilty about it the next day, thereby over-exercising, eat well for awhile but don’t deal with the issues that cause you to abuse food, so you go and overeat again, lather, rinse, repeat…

This past week the community of Cystic Fibrosis parents watched as a little boy literally faded away in hospital finally succumbing to Cystic Fibrosis and dying.  It was by far my most painful experience with CF in a long time and the reality of what CF is slapped me down hard.  The little trigger in my brain wanted me to eat, very, very, badly.  I spent most of the week being very irritable or depressed (like a junky who needs a fix) and then finally, when I read a post from his mother praying for strength and her confession that she was pretty sure she couldn’t take this…. well, I caved and I ATE!

What I discovered about myself is that my trigger was a doozy – it was untouchable – it was extremely justified and therefore no one would dare mess with my need to overeat (not even the sensible side of my brain).  Really, would you tell a mother who has to face a reality that her daughter has a progressive, degenerative disease with no cure to not have those chocolate chips?  You’d probably whip her up a batch of cookies and tell her to go to town!  This weekend I realized that no one was going to tell me to stop – except for ME, MYSELF, and I.

I had come up with strategies to cope with situations that arise in life that might make me want to overeat – except for that one.  On some level, I kept that one protected, secure in the knowledge that it was UNTOUCHABLE, that no one was going to tell me to stop that one because the hurt and pain that justified it was like a shield of protection.  No one except me – except for that authentic piece of Kelly living in my soul that could deal with this broken piece of Kelly with just enough compassion and grace.  So I explained to this part of my psyche that this wasn’t helping me heal, this wasn’t helping me cope.  In fact, it took such a toll on my spirit and my physical body…

And THIS is what I love about what we are doing here and creating here.  Here is a place where you (and obviously I) can finally escape these prisons created by the morality of food and our justifications to abuse it…  It’s like a deep cleansing breath that starts a new day.  If you want a new day and the fresh air that comes with it – don’t hesitate to reach out.  E-mail me, call me, send smoke signals…click here  I’ve been there and I really, TRULY want to help…

road to recovery

People get the impression that we are promoting an “Effortless” way to lose weight, one where you essentially starve yourself and don’t exercise…. Let me be quick to clarify that essentially our RELEASE drops create a hormonal response that encourages your body to burn your abnormal fat cells as fuel…. You are NOT living on 500 calories per day… actually, you are living on about 3500 calories of your own fat per day!!  That is why people lose so many inches… I could get into the politics of why it gets a bad rap (the diet and exercise industry certainly don’t want people doing something that actually works ;)) but also, like anything with alot of hype there are sub-standard products out there that don’t actually have hCG or the vibrational hCG in them… so it IS a starvation diet… No hCG means you are not getting the hormonal response that makes you burn your fat as fuel… you will lose water and muscle.. that is why people that use sub-standard products look gaunt and unwell… they are essentially starving!

What the protocol does – if you really want it to – is finally RELEASE you from the rollercoaster of gaining and losing and gaining again… You won’t have to obsessively exercise to release 5 pounds because your metabolism will be re-set again.  You can RELEASE yourself from the guilt and obsession that comes from making food a moral decision and beating yourself up about not exercising for 90 minutes everday. You can create a world for yourself where movement is once again about pleasure and food ,REAL FOOD, is once again fuel for your body.

There is also talk that the protocol is easy… I suppose it might be for some… Maybe they aren’t as messed up as I am? Maybe they haven’t been on the weight loss quest since they were 9.  Nothing about this has been easy… It takes alot of courage to face your demons head-on.  It takes some serious courage to admit that you have a food addiction, to admit that you have some serious body dysmorphia, to admit that you think about your body and the way it looks way more than is normal or important… It’s embarassing to admit those things – I am a smart, confident, dynamic woman who has so much more to offer the world than how much space I take up in it!

obsession

I have considered alot over the last months of my RELEASE journey about what my life would look like if all of the time I spent obsessing about my body, my weight, the amount I exercise, all the journalling and measuring and weighing…. what if I had focused that on something that REALLY mattered? Something that made a difference and enriched other people’s lives?  What if you did that? What if we did that together?