Wait. Before you get nervous! You will still eat what you want for the rest of your life!

But I’ve recently realized that the purpose of The Fuck It Diet is to be a healing incubator.

It may be rebellious, it may be encouraging you to break the rules and fuck the system, but the purpose of all that is to support you in a healing incubator so you can become truly easy and trusting with food.

The application of the Fuck It Diet, and every scary thing you experience in it, is a temporary healing phase that lasts 1-2 years (it may happen faster than that). But if you let it really do its thing, the result is easy, free, intuitive eating.

I think The Fuck It Diet (or anything that truly takes the judgement off of food and weight) is the only way to get to true, intuitive eating. Instead of leaving you stuck in bastardized pseudo-diet intuitive eating.

The Fuck It Diet is the medicine, and easy eating is the result.

This is what happens in the healing incubator that is the Fuck It Diet:

This is a space to completely eliminate physical restriction. You must eat a lot in order to heal your body and fix your metabolism (which in turn helps stabilize your appetite.)

This is the place to learn that if you are bingeing, it is cause by restriction. End of story.

This is the place to become really, really aware of mental restriction.

This is a space to neutralize food, and learn that judging food just perpetuates mental restriction.

This is a place to learn that any stress or guilt over food is mental restriction, and needs to be let go.

This is time to learn body positivity.

This is the place to learn how much our collective weight bias is affecting our happiness and our eating.

This is the place to undo all of our limiting beliefs about weight, health, and worth by reading and doing research on Health at Every Size.

This is the place to learn that our standards of beauty are absurd and anti-feminist.

This is the place to understand that our fears about weight and beauty are actually the cause of our fears about food, and ignoring your relationship to weight will leave you stuck.

This is the very start of understanding that any misery and anxiety comes from assuming you are doing life wrong. The Fuck It Diet is just the beginning of showing you that all those “shoulds” ??? They are fucking with your happiness.

And therefore, this is the beginning of existential rest. (#REST #TWOYEARSOFREST)

This is the beginning of a way more awesome and powerful life.

During the The Fuck It Diet healing incubator, you’re gonna experience all of the stress and fear and old shit that has kept you stuck. The purpose of The Fuck It Diet is to empower you through the scariness, the eating, the weight gain and stabilization, and teach you to trust that you are a wise, magical powerbossbitch.

The other side is a place where your metabolism is fed and normal, you are not afraid of food, you don’t fixate on food anymore, and eating is just… easy.

On the other side of the Fuck It Diet is the Fuck It Life. Once eating is normal, then you get to apply these lessons to everything. Then you get to really let yourself seek joy and happiness and authenticity.

The point of the Fuck It Diet is to make eating a non-issue so you can start to live.

Welcome. This is where you’re meant to be.

I don’t know about you, but the idea of intuition is really exciting to me–  and always has been.

We all have access to incredible wisdom.. within us? WTF? YES, PLEASE!

When I took myself on my own Fuck It Diet, it started to get easier and easier to really listen to my intuition, not only with food, but with everything else.

So I went on a quest to learn everything I could about intuition, so I could share it with people going on the Fuck It Diet.

What I see over and over again, is that The Fuck It Diet, and becoming more normal and trusting with food, is just the start of a way more intuitive, joyful, and fulfilling life.

Intuition happens in the body. Intuition doesn’t really happen in your head, you have to be grounded and present in your body in order to feel and follow intuition.

You are already accessing intuition. It’s just a matter of paying attention, practice, trusting, and being brave enough to actually follow it.

It’s really … easy. Some of the lessons I teach in the intensive are so simple they seem like they couldn’t possibly be profound. But they are. Intuition isn’t elusive or far away or reserved only for sages or shamans. Everyone is intuitive. And learning to listen is allowed to be really simple.

I want to share some incredibly easy ways to access your intuition, so I made a free little email course. It’s called Intuition for Lazy People. Yep.

 

I’ve been talking about this on social media recently, and I’ve been making it sound a little bit like a joke, but it’s not a joke.

I’m on two years of rest.

Let me explain.

I just realized that for the past 15+ years I have been stressed out of my mind.

I have been ruled by the constant subconscious pressures to get somewhere and the constant subconscious guilt that I wasn’t getting anywhere . Every moment I should be doing something to benefit my career(s), my personal life, my health, and of course, before the Fuck it Diet: to be beautiful and thin and to live forever.

I was an actress for years doing things I didn’t want to do, feeling like I should be doing things I didn’t want to do, guilty out of my mind that I didn’t want to do what I needed to do, and that I wasn’t as successful as I should be, and on and on. I was on stupid dating apps, pretty much hating every moment. I was living in New York and  forcing myself to do improv at bar basements late at night an hour from my apartment. I was always so far from my house and so cold and so tired and so anxious that I wasn’t doing enough or didn’t know all of the things that I was supposed to be doing.

Two years ago, I had a notebook where I wrote all the things that I was trying to put together: The Fuck It Diet + Solo Comedy Shows + Comedy Songs + Writing a Web series + Regular Acting/Broadway + LATE NIGHT IMPROV + MISCELLANEOUS WRITING + PERFORMING + BABYSITTING + COACHING + MAKING MONEY + NOT GOING CRAZY + LOTS OF OTHER BULLSHIT

And I would go cross-eyed trying to figure out how it was all going to fit together.

I would feel guilty every day when I’d stay home to write (what I craved) and not out going to auditions for brooooadddwaayyyyy because I live in New York and I majored in this and I am a good singer and I shoulllld because I am only going to be this young and miserable once and if I poop on my dreams and they never come true I’ll only have myself to blame when I realize I’m a failure and it’s all my fault.

I subconsciously didn’t think I was doing enough or doing life right.

I’ve been constantly exhausted, and constantly just pushing through.

I’ve been trying to juggle every kind of career and squash them all together into some big magical perfect career thing. In a way I’m glad I really tried to reach all my stressful goals, because it made me realize that I want to stop. Forever. Or in the very least, just for two years.

I don’t think my life is harder than yours. It’s not. It’s actually probably easier. Which is why you probably need two years of rest, too.

All of our lives are hard. Especially when we put years and years of miserable subconscious pressure on ourselves and are ruled by elusive, societally dictated “shoulds” that make us feel like we are constantly inadequate and falling short.

That’s what we all have in common: subconscious, miserable, judgmental dialogue, running as a constant open program in the background, telling us for years we aren’t doing it right.

Well it made me tired. It makes us all tired, I think.

I’m tired physically from all the adrenaline, constant social drinking, and worrying. I’m physically tired from the rigemroll I put my body through, and the environmental and genetic stuff I didn’t have the wherewithal or time or rest to heal from.

I’m tired emotionally and mentally from all the anxiety I always had while I believed I wasn’t doing enough, and that I had to make everything work together, and had to make people think I could do it all and that I never, ever failed.

And I am tired existentially, because I have been anxiously thinking I’d end up alone, and it was all my fault. And every year that went by just proved this more and more: I was going to die alone. It was my fault. I should be… doing something about it? But I am tired I just want to chill and think about Game of Thrones.

Well, I’m fucking done.

I’m tired.

I’m tired and I’m not sorry.

And I am going on two years of rest.

FAQ

Why two years, you ask?

Because one year isn’t fucking enough.

Why not 5 years?

It probably will be. But 2 feels like a nice start.

What am I doing about rest? Like how am I applying rest?

I’m letting myself off the hook in every way. I don’t have to do anything. I don’t have to accomplish anything I don’t want to. I will say no until the cows come home. I will say no AFTER the cows come home. I will do what I need to do to preserve my fucking life force that I have been bleeding and sacrificing for years.

I will do the things that bring me joy, feed my soul, and everything else, forget it.

I do not have to be anywhere else in two years. I don’t have to get anywhere.

If I am in the exact same place in two years, great.

No pressure. No need for advancement or glory. No nothing.

And when I feel that familiar twinge of pushing or groping for things or worrying that things won’t work out and that I’m doing it all wrong, I pause and remember, Fuck That. 

No really, Fuck That.

Also, I’m on two years of rest.

 

FIVE YEARS LATER:

Five years later I’m editing this to let you know that I have a book coming out (my second book) inspired by my two years of rest! It goes way deeper into my exhaustion, and my rest period, and how you can bring rest into your life too.

It’s called Tired as F*ck and you can pre-order now, and read the beginning for free!