So, there’s a part of you that is just fed up with thinking you have to lose weight, be eternally thin, unhappy and starved.
So, there’s a part of you that is DONE playing small, believing that the less space you take up the better.
So, there’s a part of you that is rebelling every time you even think about going on a new diet – making you go into a tantrum no 3-year old has ever experienced.
Great.
Phenomenal.
I’m psyched for you.
This means you are finally, finally, FINALLY ready to break out of your self-imposed prison and are about to explode into a version of yourself the world has never seen.
You’re not so happy though, aren’t you?
You still wish you could just stay quiet, diet and live your life in some sort of living hell.
You still wish you could just lose the weight in a miraculous way.
You still wish you could just be the thin version of yourself you have always dreamt of being.
You still hold on to the part of you that is freaking terrified.
Great.
Phenomenal.
I’m freaking elated for you.
This means you still have lots of room to grow.
To step it up.
To welcome your emotions,
those emotions that’ve been waiting for you
for all of their lives.
It’s a new life you’re about to begin.
That rebel inside of you
that part of you – which is actually your former angel, the people pleaser, the pleasure denier, the sacred social self – is in a massive transformational phase.
Welcome it.
Welcome it all.
With open arms and a big smile.
All the messiness.
All the extreme feelings.
All the happiness, all the freedom, coupled with the anxiety that you fear is about to cripple you.
So, you’re still in rebel phase –
you eat what you want when you want,
but in massive ways.
Great.
Phenomenal.
It’s part of the journey.
But, you fear that one morning, you’ll wake up in sheer horror –
asking yourself what you’ve been thinking all of those weeks –
beating yourself up for daring to even believe you could actually enjoy the food you put into your mouth –
being terrified of the body you now have.
That fear is there, no?
That, too, is your angel,
that scared part of you that doesn’t want to change because of what others might think,
because of the unknown,
the uncertain,
the unpredictability of freedom and trust.
You’re scared,
but then there’s this part of you that just knows there’s no going back.
There’s no going back to a life of dieting.
There’s no going back to a life of denying yourself every pleasure.
There’s no going back to a life of constant control, constant fear, constant hunger, constant pain.
There’s no going back –
even if you wanted to,
you couldn’t –
as your body would reject this lifestyle with every ounce of energy she’s got.
You are stuck –
stuck in rebel mode.
Great.
Phenomenal.
This is the freaking ride of your life.
You’re about to burst into freedom.
Hell, you’re already halfway there.
3/4 maybe even.
You are no longer bound to the extreme insanity of diet land.
Nope, no you’re bound to your inner desires of finding freedom, finding self-love, uncovering the person you’ve always been inside.
And that, my love, is the ways to heaven.
Come back.
Come back home.
Come back home to your Self.
Whispers your rebel.
Then yells.
The shes screams like a maniac
because for all these years you haven’t listened.
You have put your hands over your ears,
singing la la la, I can’t hear you, I won’t hear you, I will stay in ignorance.
And you were aware of it.
You knew.
But your angel was stronger.
Your angel needed to please,
please,
f**king please everyone but yourself.
Your angel needed to suffer,
suffer,
f**king suffer to somehow survive in this society.
Your angel is now falling apart,
acting up,
giving space to your rebel.
That rebel
that’s your home.
Your everything.
That rebel that wants the best for you –
even if you have been conditioned to believe that the rebel,
your core,
is everything that’s wrong with you.
Toss that belief.
Right.
Now.
Your rebel –
that’s your essence.
That’s the part of you that wants you to THRIVE –
not survive.
not suffer.
not diet a slow, painful death of needing to be thin.
Your rebel
is celebrating ALL OF YOU.
Your big thighs.
Your sexy butt.
Your back fat.
Your flabby arms.
Your thin hair.
Your tiny toes.
Your rebel
is seeing ALL OF YOU
in glorious, loving, generous detail.
And she loves it.
YOU love it.
You just don’t know it yet.
Because you’re covered in fear.
You’re covered in shame.
You’re covered in angel hair.
But your rebel is pushing herself into your awareness by means of your dreams,
your desires,
your biggest nightmares come true (isn’t eating what you want when you want a secret nightmare – when you’ve been executing the opposite all of your life?!)
and you’re going to love it.
Once you’re done hating it.
Once you’re done denying yourself your truth.
Once you’re ready to put your hands down, uncover your ears and open your heart.
No, you won’t stay the same.
Not even in the tiniest bit.
You will grow into a version of yourself you could’ve never dreamt of.
You will grow into a goddess that knows her worth.
You will grow into a magnificent master of her fate.
You will grow into the person you are meant to be-
instead of the person you were shaped into being.
So, yeah, you can’t diet anymore.
So, yeah, you won’t be able to restrict anymore.
So, yeah, you don’t even have to try –
it’s not going to work.
Your rebel has started to take over control.
Your angel is dissolving.
And there’s no way you could ever go back.
There’s no way you could ever unknow.
There’s no way you could ever become unaware of the f**king goofball you truly are.
There’s no way.
Not even a way of suffering and shame.
You, my love, have started to walk towards freedom.
You, my love, have forever changed your fate.
Thank your rebel.
Thank her endlessly.
And then finally, finally, FINALLy listen to her.
Ready to go inward and start healing your destructive relationship with food, your body and weight?
Yes?
Let’s do a 3-Day Food, Body, Self Meditation Challenge then…
