I Was Homeless at Thanksgiving...
I wasnāt sitting at a family table. I was in a hotel room (still a blessing, yes), technically homeless, carving a cantaloupe like a turkey. Heartbroken. Stressed. Trying to finish a doctorate on $1500/month stipend...and that was only during the academic months. $0 in the Summer. Routinal for 7.5 years. Yet, THIS TIME, determined NOT to fall back into emotional eating. That melon ended up being a mirror. A mindset shift. Proof that you can retrain your brain even when life is falling apart. And listen ā my overall body type is slimmer than most, but this belly? Whewww it holds stories: stress, shame, survival. You canāt "gym away" what you havenāt emotionally released. So if you're still wrestling with food that donāt love you backā¦before you spend another dime on a gym membership ācome meet me in my Brain Gym. Doors open Dec 5ā26. Buy 1 ā Donate 1. Letās heal AND help someone else heal too. šš¾ Join here: https://drdenisethinks.com/products/eat-mor-electric-challenge DISCOUNT CODE: SKOOL