What do your days look like?



 What dominates your brain all day?

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Does your day look like this?

☆ Did I eat too much of those strawberries?

☆ How many grams of sugar did they have?

☆ How many servings did I just have?

☆ Should I skip dinner today to make up for those calories I just ate for lunch?

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And when was the last time you asked yourself these questions?

☆ What do I want to eat for lunch today?

☆ What meals bring satisfaction to both my mind and body?

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Today, almost every food has a nutrition label attached to it. 

And yes, these labels were meant to inform us about nutritional values, but ironically, 

they became food police officers imprisoning us to the strict food regulations.

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They take away our freedom.

☆ Freedom to choose to eat what we really want

☆ Freedom to choose to eat how much we really want

☆ Freedom to choose to eat when we really want

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They take away our connection with our bodies.

☆ Our connection to listen for when we are hungry

☆ Our connection to listen for when we are full

☆ Our connection to listen for what satisfies us

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Let’s face it and be honest with ourselves now.

Enough is enough.

It’s time for us to overthrow the food police that suffocates us and reclaim our freedom.

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