Willpower is overrated. Everyone thinks they just need more of it, like it’s some magic fuel that’ll carry them past the fridge at midnight. But willpower isn’t a strategy—it’s a spark that burns out fast. Real change doesn’t come from “trying harder.” It comes from systems that make the right choice the easy one. Stop beating yourself up for not having monk-level discipline and start designing a life that doesn’t depend on constant self-control. Because the truth is, the less you have to try, the easier it gets to win.

We all say we’d “do anything” to get in shape, until someone tells us what “anything” actually means. The truth is, most people don’t want to change, they want to feel like they’re trying. Giving up sugar, pasta, or alcohol isn’t complicated, it’s just uncomfortable. And that’s the toll: you either pay it or you stay stuck. This isn’t about perfection or punishment. It’s about honesty. If you’d “do anything,” prove it. Because the difference between “I can’t” and “I won’t” is the difference between talking about change and living it.

Inflammaging sounds like a science word made up by your doctor to make aging sound fancy, but it’s really just your immune system going full drama queen. In this no-BS deep dive, I talk about living with psoriatic arthritis, training for races when your joints protest like striking workers, and the unsexy truth about fighting chronic inflammation after sixty. No miracle powders, no kale sermons—just real talk about what works, what hurts, and how to keep moving while your body’s trying to slow you down.

You’ve spent decades counting carbs, cutting fat, and feeling guilty for eating a damn cookie. Intuitive eating isn’t some new-age nonsense; it’s just learning to trust your body again. Forget the diet rules. Start paying attention to what actually makes you feel good.

Every generation has its own flavor of self-inflicted misery. For Boomers, it was bell-bottoms, fondue pots, and crash diets. We thought we were smarter than science, like we could just out-starve biology with cabbage soup, grapefruit juice, or whatever hack some half-drunk doctor scribbled into a paperback that somehow ended up on a bestseller list.