3 “Easy Steps” to

Effortless Weight Loss

…from the Inside-Out

15 Dec


I’ve struggled with my weight my entire life.

All I had to do was look at any magazine, or try on clothes to find proof that my body was not up to par. At 13 years old, 5’7” and 148 pounds, there was no doubt in my mind that I was “fat.” It seemed clear that my body wasn’t good enough the way it was. That was when I began the never-ending cycle of either “dieting” and “falling of the wagon.” As you can imagine, it was tiring, painful and generally unsuccessful as far as strategies go.

The funny thing is, looking back, I wasn’t even overweight.

I remember attending my first Weight Watchers meeting as a freshman in high school. Oh how I wish they had told me: “You are beautiful, you are perfect, you don’t need to be here. Stop worrying about your weight, just go out and enjoy your life!”

But I heard nothing of the sort.

I was asked how much weight I wanted to lose, and my reply was that I needed to lose 15 pounds. And not one person so much as batted an eyelash at me. This all seemed normal to them too…

I can’t even count how many diets I tried throughout high school, but one thing was for certain, I gained 20 pounds over those four years, which put me squarely into the “overweight” category according to the standard BMI category. Looking back at photos of myself, I was still at a healthy weight for my body type, but again, no one told me that.

Instead, the shame of being “fat” pervaded every corner of my life. What I wore, who I thought I could be, how much space I thought I was worthy of taking up.

I was in a prison of my own making.

And I thought that was a good thing, because the smaller and more tightly I kept myself squeezed into that invisible box, the better. Maybe then I would be so uncomfortable that I would actually stick with my latest diet for once. Also, how could I possibly deserve to feel free and joyful in my skin, when every bit of society told me to hide and feel ashamed?

I starved myself, ate only cabbage soup, went on prescription liquid only diets, got hypnotised, injected myself daily with hormones, drank only juiced vegetables, went paleo, went vegan, sugar free, fat free. I read dozens of books, took hundreds of pills, and paid out thousands of dollars in search of the solution. I think the only thing I didn’t try was do-it-yourself liposuction, but don’t think for a moment it didn’t cross my mind.

The cycle was endless.

Feeling ashamed, trying to morph the shame into motivation, trying every single diet or fad out there, having some success, followed by inevitable failure… As the years passed, it got harder and harder to even try. No matter how inspired or motivated I felt, the voice of doubt whispering “Why do you think this time would be any different than the last few hundred attempts?”

When I started my path to becoming a coach I was the heaviest I had ever been. At least 60 pounds more than that first Weight Watchers weigh in, and firmly in the “obese” category. I started to feel like I was living in a paradox. On one hand, my life was amazing. I’d never been happier. But I also felt like a fraud. How could I put myself out there publicly as a “coach” when the reality of my obese existence was plain as day. How could I actually help those who came to me with their own body issues when mine were visible for all to see? I held back, secretly terrified that any attempt to share what I knew about creating a happy life would be sabotaged by how I looked.

The year-long coaching certification program I participated in was powerful and life changing, and while my weight wasn’t changing, I started noticing small differences. It just didn’t feel like as big of a deal anymore. It didn’t make as much sense to beat myself up about it. I started realizing that the prejudice I imagined others feeling about me was coming from my own thinking, not actually from the other people I imagined it from.

As my negative self-talk about my body began to die down, instead of leaping after the next “quick-fix” I began to get curious. What was going on with my body? How did my weight relate to what I believed about myself? Why did my weight increase when I was upset and go up even more when I was happy and feeling centered?

Just getting curious was enough to crack the code.

I’m finally losing weight in a way that was never possible before, and not only does it not feel “hard,” it feels commonplace, and like no big deal.

So, without further ado…


Step 1:  Find out who you really are.  Come face-to-face with your spirit, your soul, your essence. Realize your divinity, your innate perfection, and fall head-over-heels in love with your true self.

Step 2:  From your newfound perspective of self-love, explore where your experience of life is coming from and realize the inside-out nature of reality. Recognize that your weight is not actually a problem. Feel intense gratitude for the body you’ve been given to have this wondrous experience of life. Discover that your weight is not actually preventing you from being or having anything. Rest in the peace of complete self-acceptance.

Step 3:  In your role of an infinitely powerful creator, choose what you would like to create in this world. If you would like to create a lighter body, take steps in that direction. Let the latest science combined with your body’s own wisdom be your guide. Realizing that the weight of your body has nothing to do with “YOU”, it can be an easy, light-hearted process of detached exploration, with no more emotional baggage than sitting in front of a wood stove, adding logs or dampening them to reach the perfect formula for the ideal heat in your home.

Whenever the goal of “weight-loss” seems to feel “important” again, simply re-visit steps 1 and 2.

….Ok, so maybe the “easy” in “three easy steps” might be a bit tongue in cheek.

But the thing is, step 3 actually IS the easiest part. What I see now, is that I always wanted to skip steps 1 & 2. I wanted it to be enough that I loved and accepted myself except for my body & my weight. I thought that the element of self-dissatisfaction with my body was a necessary ingredient to force the action required to make a change. I was afraid that if I truly came to love and accept ALL of myself, that I might never decide to DO anything about it.

But the opposite ended up being true. Once I was no longer wrapped up in the thinking about how there was something about me I needed to “fix”, action became much much easier.

With no negative self-talk clouding my judgement, it was so much easier to research, experiment and explore what my perfect “formula” for a healthy weight was. I could now go about the business of lowering my weight through action as systematically and dispassionately as filling the dishwasher or choosing what show to watch on tv.

And while that may sound a bit detached and cold, for such an emotionally-laden topic, it has totally transformed both my body and my experience. My emotional state doesn’t fluctuate with the readings on the scale and because I no longer saw my body as the only  reflection of who I am,  I wasn’t confusing thoughts about my weight with something actually “true” out there in the world.

I know that talking about my own life-changing insight can feel a bit empty for you. Because my insight was made for me, and may not fit your circumstances exactly, blatantly copying my approach as a blueprint won’t necessarily work. Regardless, I know there’s something valuable in my story and I hope that you can look to it to inspire your own transformation.

With love,

xo Mindy

P.S. If you’re looking for an encouraging guide to help you uncover life-changing insights around your struggle with weight loss, I’ve created a transformational coaching program just for you…

P.S. If you’re looking for an encouraging guide to help you uncover life-changing insights around your struggle with weight loss, I’ve created a transformational coaching program just for you…

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