You’re in my digital house, so let’s get real here. Is ricocheting between depriving yourself, eating a shit-ton of tasteless takeout and whipping yourself into submission at the gym really working for you? Perhaps, you didn’t notice because you’re so busy choking on your own gobstopper of a schedule while you’re bent over backwards trying to please everyone around you. Mr. Sandman isn’t bringing you dreams like he used to, so you cope and hope your way through your hectic next day cracked-out on caffeine until you can hit “Repeat Program” button on this treadmill you call a life.
If you’re still reading, then I’m going to wager that we might have a little friendship blossoming here. So, my option-scarce, world-weary, new friend, take a mothertrucking breath. Let’s swap your one-way ticket to Burn Out City for a round-trip one.
Because you deserve a life spiked with passion and slathered with joy.
I think every woman does, but I have a wicked soft spot for my frazzled, under-nourished, Type A, professional ladies who (1) may have forgotten that fact, or (2) believe it applies to other people, but not them.
I’ll be totally honest: No one is going to take better care of you than you, but I can help you get more focused and fierce about navigating and advocating for yourself in this Modern World. We’ll meet at the intersection of self-care and self-confidence to pump up the volume on the awesome health + lifestyle stuff you’re already doing and snuff out some of the static. You’ve already been going through the motions enough, Friend. So, this won’t be some cookie-cutter, prescribed protocol. My intention is to help you flow forward from frazzled to fabulous by making delicious, achievable, organic changes.
I’m no guru, so why should you give a shizzle?
You know how I said that I served frazzled, under-nourished, Type A, professional ladies? Umm, it takes one to know one. For many years, I was a burnt-out, over-stressed, unhealthy CPA & Financial Analyst in NYC. I got sad. I used food as a comfort. I got fat. I got sick. My doctor handed me a bunch of prescriptions in my mid-20s…with no end in sight. Whaaaaaa! Then, I got fed up. I started to nourish myself in more natural ways without slipping from hip to hippie. I went back to school. I healed myself. I put my perfectionism into recovery. I changed careers eventually becoming the entrepreneur you see here. Now, I’ve got the boardroom, classroom and kitchen skills to back it up. You reap the benefits.
It’s not corpse, people. Why is my health + lifestyle practice named vital corps?
vital: \ˈvī-təl\ adj. 1 : full of life and vigor + corps: \ˈkȯr\ n. 1. French, from Old French cors, from Latin corpus body; 2 : a group of persons associated together or acting under common direction
Think of all the amazing possibilities! It starts with a hello.