Meet Rini

I used to be a people-pleaser and a yes-sayer. I took care of everyone else and forgot to take care of myself in the process. Years of self-sabotage, disordered eating and endless dieting left me feeling exhausted, unhappy and, frankly, pretty hopeless. I was convinced that this would be my life forever. Boy, was I wrong!

If you are like most of my readers (and my past self), you are a perfectionist-junkie. There is no such thing as “I had a pretty unproductive day, but that’s fine”, it’s either a productive day, or you have failed at life.

There is no “kind of okay” project that you put your hands on, it has to be 100% amazing and blow people away, or else, you failed at it. There is no such thing as a “balanced way of eating”, it is either 100% good or 100% crappy, which often has you feeling like you have failed at your diet or health goals. That you are “weak” for eating that cookie or that you are not worthy of love for having one too many chocolate bars.

Does any of this sound familiar to you? If it does, trust me, you have come to the right place.

If we were sitting in a group circle with other women, I would introduce myself saying:

“Hi, my name is Rini and I am a recovering perfectionist. I used to think that I don’t deserve to be happy, unless I shrink my body and look “perfect”. Now I know that I am and have always been enough. So, if you hang out with me for too long, I might brain wash you into believing in yourself and knowing that you can do anything!”

You deserve to be happy, no matter what your body looks like. Your body is not your legacy, it is your home. You have not “failed” at dieting, your diet has failed YOU.  You are, in fact, pretty amazing! You might just need a gentle nudge from me to help you see it! 

 

My Rock Bottom

Let me paint you a picture of one of the lowest, most humiliating moments of my life. My husband came home from a work trip early to surprise me.

He walked into the kitchen and there I was, sitting on the kitchen floor, surrounded by candy wrappers, empty ice cream pints and half-eaten cereal boxes, crying and being physically unable to get up.

He had walked in on me in the middle of a binge eating episode. The secret I successfully kept for over 10 years was finally exposed.

My fears didn’t become reality, but here is what happened. He didn’t leave me or put me in a mental health facility, but he did say this:

“How can I help?”

I had never ever in my life asked somebody for help.“Come on”, I would think, “I am a strong independent woman, I don’t need a man to take care of me!” Or so I thought. For the first time in my life, I felt that I was ready to get support and recover.

And the rest… is almost history

Today, I am happy to say that I have completely recovered from my eating disorder and was even able to get pregnant with a baby girl — due October 31, 2020! Needless to say, this Blog is going to have a motherhood section that is all about keeping it real. Diaper rashes, spit up and all. We ALL deserve to love and embrace who we are.

We all deserve to thrive and live life to the fullest.

Curious to know more?

I BELIEVE…

That puppies are the real-life version of unicorns and they are amazing. Especially my puppy Bruce!

 

That every woman deserves to take up space in this world
 

In authenticity and in standing up for what you believe in

 

In sisterhood over competition and judgement

 

That women should have a voice and deserve to take up space (literally AND figuratively) and be heard.

 

That you and I would be great friends, if you’ve made it this far and are still reading.

 

That salted caramel ice cream should be its own food group.

 

That we all need to stop apologizing for our bodies, our decisions and our actions – we are not placed on this earth to please everyone around us

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Quote to live by

Stop shrinking yourself to fit places you’ve outgrown.

Ice Cream and NO guilt