We live in a culture that spends billions of dollars on diets and idealizes the perfect body. Everywhere we turn, we have images of what we should look like — a model. I bought into that image hook line and sinker. I thought that the only way to love my body was to look like those models in the magazines and the movie stars.

Then one year, I made the leap to loving my body. Now, I say leap, but it wasn’t that at all, it was a step-by-step journey. Creating a positive relationship with my body was a process…

1. Give yourself permission to enjoy all foods: Yup, the nutritionist is telling you to eat the Panettone and Pandoro, the chocolate cookies, and have a second helping. Why? Because if you really want it and forbid yourself from having it, you’re going to end up building a craving life around that food to the point where you won’t be able to stop thinking about it.

If you simply allow yourself to enjoy the cookie, the slice of buttered bread or …(insert food of your choice), you’ll feel more satisfied as a result and won’t feel the need to overdo…

On a sunny day, when I was 13, it dawned on me: life wasn’t as easy as I thought when I was a child. That particular gloomy day, while struggling to finish the art project on time, I realised that life was going to be a never-ending series of tests, essays, interrogations, math problems, etc. Until then I thought that playing in nature and eating as much homemade cake as I wanted was what my existence was meant to be; oh, if I was wrong.

Call it anxiety, but after that day life changed, and I stopped being a child…

My story isn’t different from so many others; although back then, I felt alone, as if the universe was plotting against me.

I got married rather young or old, depending on which side of life you look at it. We tried for babies during our honeymoon; we got rid of all the safety nets, and we went straight to business thanks to an expensive bottle of Champagne and an unforgettable sunset.

It was a glorious time made of hope, late nights out, lavish dinners and lazy mornings, and lots and lots of swim and bike rides. We were having the…

Although conventional medicine fails to recognise Adrenal Fatigue (or HPA axis dysregulation) as a real problem, it does affect an ever increasing number of people, especially in the developed countries; it can be hard to diagnose and it can be life-changing, but it can be overcome.

The adrenal glands are wonderful powerhouses that sit on top of the kidneys and that are in charge of producing hormones that help the body to control blood sugar, burn protein and fat, they react to stressors like a major illness or injury, and regulate blood pressure.
Unfortunately, due to the high level of stress…

And it’s that time of the year where families decorate their Christmas Tree and start upping their time at the gym to compensate the over indulgent treats that keep appearing on the table between Halloween and the New Year.

It’s that time of the year where the diet industry feast on fading dreams of millions of hopeful souls, that start buying slimming supplements and diet books, hoping to fit again into their jeans when 2020 come along.

I’m literally done with that s***

Christmas is a time of connection over a cup of hot chocolate or a never-ending bbq (for…

I write a lot about the challenges of breastfeeding because I know that they are painful and real. I have a mother, a sister, many friends and relatives that have shared their stories with me, and most of these stories end up with a steriliser and a box of Formula.

It doesn’t mean they have not been trying, it doesn’t mean they have given up at the first obstacles; it simply means that breastfeeding can be difficult, and the fears, doubts, and pain a mother go through doesn’t have to go underestimated.

Breastfeeding is taxing on a mother’s body on…

It is True that sometimes Less is More

For the longest time, I lived in a situation where I couldn’t stop, or my heart would start pounding fast. I was addicted to movement, productivity, and taking time for myself was a foreign concept.

I firmly believed that my worth equaled the number of articles I published in a day, the number of people that were following me on social media, and the bookings that I would get every week. Basically, my worth equaled to an imaginary number that was unclear even in my head.

I wanted more, that, I knew…