Many love exercising.
Many do it because they know they should.
Many do it so they can eat what they want.
Here’s a thought. What would happen if you told an exerciser they could not exercise? Think they would gain weight? Probably not. They might even lose weight. Research indicates there’s a subconscious part of us that knows or calculates how much to eat.
With exercise it’s not surprising people eat more…often it’s the thought, “I deserve this!”
Back to our topic…
On a weekly coaching call in my 12-week BE FREE™ program, Carly Client discussed challenges with eating. For example, snacking…though she may not be hungry. Typical reasons being she was procrastinating or bored, frustrated, sad, or tempted by what lured her to the kitchen.
Before our work together these mid-afternoon occurrences led to some unhealthy choices…particularly sweets. The extra calories prevented Carly from reaching her health goals. Continue reading
…with limiting words and choices that keep you from success.
Some days the smallest of choices, like eating a coworker’s birthday cake, can feel sinful, even gluttonous—in our minds. How is it we beat ourselves up over something that is not a genuine betrayal? Yet we call ourselves cheaters when we veer from our dietary goals—as if it were literally a sin.
For me, cheating is one of those cringe-worthy words that when I hear it, it is like nails on a chalkboard. (shivers!)
I’m sure you’ve heard the word in reference to a food splurge: Cheat. Cheat meal. Cheat day.
But should cheating and eating be words we associate together? Continue reading
Women have a nurturing quality—it’s coded into our DNA and destines us to care for others ahead of ourselves. Self-care does not come easily. Instead, we steal from our own needs to care for others—our partner, kids, family, friends, and even our pets.
Do you have a tendency to do this? If so, let me share one of my favorite client stories with you. Continue reading
Today is a special day—an anniversary I acknowledge every year, but not publicly. This is a first, a vulnerable moment.
Thirty years ago was my last drink. Yes, I was a mere child (smile), barely old enough to drink. I will never forget the day, the event, what I was doing, who I was with—at least most of it.
I was living in a wonderful near North high rise condo in my hometown Chicago, had a terrific job with the NCR Corporation, and had everything going for me, sort of. Continue reading
What inspired Neily’s Happiness Jar was a blog post. I thought it was the end of 2015 but upon reading my notes I came across this written January 3, 2016: “Read a post shared by Rebecca Scritchfield today about Elizabeth Gilbert’s happiness jar. Every day at the end of the day she jots down the happiest moment and puts it in a jar—an old apothecary jar. I might have to do this in the morning instead b/c that’s my quiet time. But I’m starting it today (and retroactively 1/1 and 1/2).”