Life’s too short to constantly stress about food.
Right now, you might be thinking:
- I’m tired of worrying about whether I’ll have a “good” or “bad” food day. I have more important things to think about!
- Deciding what to eat feels like choosing between feeling either guilty or deprived.
- I’m goal-oriented and kick butt in other areas of my life — and it’s driving me crazy that my relationship with food is an energy suck.
- Something needs to change. I can’t stand the idea of another damn grilled chicken salad (or whatever “safe” foods).
- Beating myself up about food makes me feel disconnected from life. This is not how I want to live.
Maybe you keep fantasizing about that first diet that “worked” and how things felt easy — at first. But now the mere idea of going on a diet (or “food plan”) feels depressing. Maybe you’d be content to just “eat normally” — except you’re not sure what that even means anymore.
Imagine trusting yourself to know what, when and how much to eat — without food rules or dieting.
I’m not one of those dietitians who pulls out plastic food models to teach “portion control” and I won’t be asking you to count calories, points or carb grams. I even hate that the word “dietitian” has diet in it.
Even though it might not feel like it right now, I believe you are your own food expert — and I’ll show you how you can eat in a way that’s satisfying and good for your mind and body. I want to help you to feel empowered and confident about food for life.
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