I used to think that “smooth” skin was synonymous with “scrubbed” skin. In the past, I lived by the philosophy that if my face wasn’t slightly tingling, stinging,
I spent years believing the most common weight loss myth: that “less is always better.” In the past, I thought that if a 500-calorie deficit was good, a
I used to think that a “real” workout required a pricey gym membership, a thirty-minute commute, and a perfectly coordinated outfit. In the past, if I couldn’t make
I spent a long time feeling like a passenger in my own body. In the past, I would have weeks where I felt invincible, followed by days of
I have struggled with eczema my entire life. I can vividly remember being a little kid, tearing at my skin until it bled, feeling a deep, burning itch
I used to be the person who hit a massive wall every afternoon at 3:00 PM. In the past, I would reach for a granola bar or a
I’ll be the first to admit that I spent years trapped in the “emergency” mindset of weight loss. I used to think that if I wasn’t suffering, I
I’ll be the first to admit that for a long time, my freezer was where healthy intentions went to die. I used to think that “freezer food” was
I have to be honest: I used to let travel be an absolute “off switch” for my health habits. In the past, I viewed any trip as a
I’ll be the first to admit that I used to fall for every “miracle berry” or “ancient grain” that hit the health food shelves. I spent years thinking
