I finally figured out my least favorite word. Diet.
It’s that time of year when you hear this word SO much. Everyone’s searching for one (the best one!), starting one, starving on one, not finishing one, giving up one. It’ll all be over in a couple weeks, give and take.
There could be a whole dictionary filled with just the names of all the diets that ever existed.
The two reasons I dislike the word and the concept so much are this. One, I personally love food too much, so any sort of food deprivation is beyond my realm of possibility. But, two, and much more important, it leads to guaranteed failure.
Yeah, what?? Here’s the thing about this dirty little word “diet.” As soon as you go on a diet and become a “dieter,” you are setting yourself up to fail – not just with your diet, but with your goal of losing weight and your goal of being healthy.
Why? Because it’s scientifically proven. Psychologically scientifically. The science is so fascinating and compelling, I’m inspired to share it. I’m only the messenger.
But just imagine… how wonderful could your life be if you never had to diet again.
I probably should not admit this in public, but.. I’m the laziest person I know.
I might put on a really good anti-lazy act. But here’s the thing. I love comfy sofas and movie marathons. I love lazy football Sundays and sleepy basks in the sun. I can eat Cookie Crisp cereal all day long. This is my truth, and I know it. But therein lies my secret…
Secret #1: I know I’m lazy.
Secret #2: I lovingly accept that I’m lazy.
Translation: Instead of being mean to myself and feeling guilty about being lazy, I embrace my laziness. I dare say it’s the one of my best qualities. Completely ironic, yes. But if you give me a chance, I’ll show you how your laziness can do you a world of good.
I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to say you’re lazy. I’m sure you’re not.
It’s entirely possible that you have really good excuses: no time, too much work, the kids, life. I know.
But if there’s a minuscule chance you’re like me and you’re just, um, lazy… I’ve written this post, from my lazy soul to yours, to help you use your laziness to overcome any excuse to exercise.
This is it. This little turnip holds the remedy to your winter sniffles, sore throats, coughs and colds.
It’s not folklore or voodoo. It’s just simple science. And it just happens to come packaged as a cute, inconspicuous root bulb that you’ll pass by at the farmers’ market and not blink twice.
The seriously cold winter countries around the world know the healing powers of the turnip very well. And it’s not a coincidence that it grows in the colder seasons – Mother Earth knows exactly when to supply us with the food we need.
Turnips are nature’s best version of an antibiotic. Here’s how wonderfully healing the turnip is.
I’m always struggling with some invisible force this time of year. Something between the end of summer blues and that rough landing into the start of winter.
But I loooove Fall. I love crisp pumpkin farm air.
Recently – like for the last 20 years – unbeknownst to me, my body was quietly unbalancing itself. Subtle mysterious little nudges of “hello, we need help” came and went. And I usually ignored them. Until two years ago, precisely on my birthday, I lost all strength and feeling in one arm and I could barely make it up a flight of stairs.
It wasn’t my best birthday.
Two years later. It wasn’t a stroke, or a pinched nerve, or scoliosis. It wasn’t what any western doctor claimed it to be.
It was the end result of an imbalance of key organ systems that normally function in harmony. A balance quite delicate that the smallest transgressions can send some of us into detour.
Ignoring my diet and sleep and health since high school started my imbalance. Everyone has some trigger. My imbalance existed long before I started being healthy, and being healthy wasn’t enough to turn it around.
I had a lot to learn about how to heal my body. And I’m sharing this to help you heal yours.