For a long time, I thought there was something wrong with me.

I’d followed the advice. I’d tried to eat less and move more. I’d done it earnestly and for years. And yet the harder I worked at it, the more disconnected I felt from my own body.

Eventually it became clear that the problem wasn’t a lack of discipline or commitment. It was the way I’d been taught to think about eating in the first place.

When we approach food from stress, effort and control, the mind tightens. And from a tightened mind, even sensible advice turns into noise. Confusion grows. Habits don’t stick. Eating starts to feel like a job rather than something natural.

I stopped dieting nearly twenty years ago, not because I found a better plan, but because I began to understand how experience is actually created — from the inside out.

As that understanding deepened, food lost its charge. I stopped negotiating with myself. I stopped second-guessing every bite. I simply ate… and stopped when I was done. Meals became satisfying again. Enjoyment returned without effort.

That ease carried me through menopause too.

These days, food doesn’t require management. There’s space for pleasure, common sense and trust.

If you’re tired of trying to fix yourself and ready to see what’s really been getting in the way, I’d love to share what I’ve seen.