Yikes Diets

Alright, gather around, folks, because we’re about to embark on a journey through the wild world of diets and the chaos that ensues when you click on that tempting ad promising an instant life changing weight loss experience. It’s like stepping into a virtual maze of surveys and apps that claim to turn you into a robotic weight-shedding human. I mean, can we get an app that guarantees to change our life by preventing us from being unhealthy? Where are the ads for that?

Now, I don’t know about you, but the struggle is real. We spend decades learning how to be unhealthy and then try to undo it with diets that pop up more often than cute cat videos on social media. The speaker here is in their 50s, navigating through pre-menopausal adventures, three kids, and a body that went from figure-skating athlete to jelly-belly mom faster than you can say “kale soup.”

In the midst of it all, there’s this bombardment of ads, as if following a program will magically transform us into weight-shedding wizards. Back in the day, the grossest thing was kale soup, and now it’s a hipster’s dream, costing more than a fancy cup of coffee. Sardines, once the yuck lunch staple, are now hailed as omega filled wonders. Ah, the times they are a-changin’!

I can reminisce about the good ol’ days when their mom’s golden rule was, “Just eat healthy!” No cans allowed in the kitchen, and macaroni and cheese was a university-level adventure. It’s like a trip down memory lane, filled with kale soup lunches, horseback riding, feeding chickens, and playing badminton without a care in the world.

Diets? Nah, unnecessary. The secret? Eating from the garden, making your own bread, going for walks, and playing outside. It’s like the “good old days” prescription for a healthy, happy life, free from the constant diet noise we hear today. No ads, just “it’s not butter” warnings during TV time.

Now, I’m in Portugal, soaking up the Mediterranean vibes, embracing the simplicity of life. Being present in the day becomes the mantra for health and well-being. Breakfast, son to the stadium, walk or run, coffee from the cutest cafe, training, lunch with the boys, projects or meetings, relaxation, dinner, movie, reconnecting – all in the name of being present. And guess what? I have ditched the scale drama, lost some poundage without counting, and found the secret to feeling healthier: less stress, good food, exercise, and just enjoying the dang cake once in a while.

So, dear friends, life’s too short to stress about sizes. Grab that cake, find your thing that keeps you active, and savour the sweet joy of being present in the state of being you’re in. Because in the end, feeling like a million bucks is way better than any crash diet promise!