Snacking seems so innocuous. So innocent.
All I need is a little bite, a little something to tide me over till dinner, when I can really sink my teeth into something healthy and fibrous.
But the demon lurks so close to the edge, it can’t help but snarl and gnaw its way into the pantry where I let loose all Hyde, or is it Jekyll?
Either way, it’s mindless, always mindless.
Snacking has become the sabateur, and I, its innocent victim—you see, I had no time to plan, to prep, to take counsel with my more discerning self who always has sliced peppers, cucumbers, and veggies so crisp they spritz their watery ripeness with every bite, at the ready.
I lingered too close to the jutted edge and fell prey to its slippery slope. Always.
Snacking continues to level the playing field. Every advancement you think you achieve against it is immediately booted by your untimely succumbing to it.
Snacking is perilous indeed.
Without your consent, the snack demon has been playing puppet master with your metabolism, constantly refilling your fuel tank before your body gets a chance to burn the good stuff.
It’s time to start burning fat, not goldfish—delicious as they may be.
If you’re ready to reclaim your pantry kingdom, tune into today’s episode where I share the “a-ha” moment I experienced when it came to snacking!
Listen on Apple, Spotify, or Substack.
Dare to leave a comment and expose the snacking demon…
(Because bringing it into the light diminishes its power!)
Do you ever catch your demon-self snacking in front of the fridge while figuring out what to make for dinner? 🙋🏻♀️
If you could have a pantry full of ready-made snacks, what would they be? Sweet or salty?
If you’re new here, welcome to my heart-focused, woo-casual, shamelessly optimistic, fitness accountability bandwagon where we slow down and allow space in your day for the ‘real YOU’ to feel witnessed + worthy… not to mention vibrantly healthy!
This isn’t a “newsletter” filled with stale fitness and wellness advice, or trending fads that promise beach-ready bods in just two weeks…
… this is a love letter to the real YOU who, in your 40+ years of living, knows that to age fiercely means you can…
Lift heavy things (like your expectations, your standards, and occasionally actual weights) and feel how it gets more satisfying with age.
Deflate your old, farty narratives—they’re starting to smell like blue cheese
Know that taking care of yourself is no longer “optional”
Deprive yourself of negativity, not pizza
Workout for the endorphins, not the scale
My purpose is to help you get to that point where you surprise yourself and say out loud with a voice of victory, I can’t believe I just did that!!!!! I can tell you from experience, it’s even better than binge-watching bad TV on a Sunday morning!
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