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I used to be that person. You know the one—frantically Googling "best foods for anxiety" at 2 AM, Amazon cart loaded with adaptogenic mushrooms and $60 bottles of supposedly life-changing supplements. My breaking point came during a particularly brutal product launch when I was surviving on energy
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Three years ago, I was debugging production code at 2 AM while simultaneously Googling "why do I fart so much" and "can stress cause explosive diarrhea." Not my finest moment, but probably relatable if you're reading this. My gut was basically a dumpster fire.
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I spent three years paying for a gym membership I used exactly... let me count... seventeen times. Seventeen! That's roughly $47 per visit, which makes my brief encounters with the elliptical machine some of the most expensive therapy sessions I've ever had. And you know what?
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I'll never forget Sarah. She was 52, hadn't exercised in decades, was going through a messy divorce, dealing with chronic pain, and honestly? She scared the hell out of me. During our first session, she cried twice, told me she "hated her body," and
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I used to think my relationship with my body was like being stuck in a bad marriage where divorce wasn't an option. You know that feeling? Where you're constantly criticizing, negotiating, and making empty promises to change? "Monday I'll be different," you
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Three years ago, I stood in the grocery store for twenty-seven minutes staring at a bag of frozen berries like it was going to personally attack me. Were they processed? Were they clean? Would buying them make me a failure at adulting? This was peak wellness-culture-induced-paralysis for me. I'
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I used to wake up at 5 AM to create "inspiring" LinkedIn posts. You know the type—those perfectly curated carousel slides with stock photos and motivational quotes that make you want to throw your phone across the room. I'd spend hours crafting the "perfect&
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Three years ago, I was the person everyone thought "had it all together." Corner office, six-figure salary, killer wardrobe. I was also the person crying in my car before meetings, surviving on energy drinks and sheer willpower, and wondering why I felt like I was drowning despite all
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I used to wake up feeling guilty. Not because I'd done something terrible the night before (though let's not talk about that Netflix binge), but because my sleep app cheerfully informed me I'd gotten 10.5 hours of sleep. Again. "You exceeded your
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Three years ago, I was that person who had seventeen different meditation apps on my phone and had never actually used any of them for more than two days straight. You know the type, right? I could tell you exactly how many hours of sleep I should be getting, which
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Look, I'll be straight with you - I used to be one of those people who had seventeen different meditation apps cluttering up my phone like digital hoarding. Headspace, Calm, Insight Timer, some random breathing app I downloaded at 2 AM during a panic attack... you name it,
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Three years ago, I was that person googling "why can't I sleep" at 2:47 AM. You know the type—tracking every metric, following every rule, obsessing over whether my room was exactly 68 degrees and pitch black. I had more sleep gadgets than a NASA
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Three years ago, I had what my therapist diplomatically called a "significant stress event" and what I less diplomatically called "crying in my car every day for two weeks straight." I was managing a product team at a tech startup, sleeping four hours a night, and
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I used to be that person who'd write elaborate New Year's resolutions in a fancy notebook, complete with color-coded categories and motivational quotes. By February 15th, that same notebook would be buried under a pile of laundry, silently judging me from its dusty corner. Sound familiar?
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I spent three months obsessing over a 2% discrepancy. Let me set the scene: It's 2021, I'm standing in my bathroom at 6 AM with a measuring tape, frantically Googling "how tight should measuring tape be for body fat calculation" for probably the fifteenth
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Last month, I found myself staring at my phone at 2 AM, watching a little graph that showed my blood sugar had spiked to 130 mg/dL after dinner. I wasn't diabetic. I wasn't even prediabetic. But somehow, this tiny sensor stuck to my arm had