Do you wonder how come you’ve tried EVERYTHING but still can’t lose the weight?
Hello, welcome to my site! Here you’ll find some really cool resources which helped my readers and clients lose at least 8,287 pounds in 2017.
How do I know? Because I keep getting emails like this. And some simple mathematics will get you the answer.
However, what’s really fascinating here isn’t that people were losing weight. Instead, it’s that they were losing weight without needing to think of it. No diet. No counting calories. No Ketogenics. No Paleo. No sweating on the treadmill. No BS.
Basically, they just started living a normal person’s life and no longer felt obsessed with food and weight loss. And they lose the inches, get into the dress of their dream, do their normal business, without worrying a bit that the weight is going to come back.
I’m pretty proud of what I’ve enabled people to realize, especially given that most of them have been struggling with dieting for years and never seeing an end to it. And to a lot of them, unapologetically enjoying a delicious meal — without guilt, inner debate, or self-blame used to be impossible.
But how was I able to empower people, and change their relationship with food and their body for good, once and for all? In order to understand that, you need to know just a little bit about me.
My name is Leslie.
I’ve been skinny and healthy for the past 11 years. And if you were one of my newer friends, you’d probably never think that I’ve ever struggled with weight in my life.
The fact is I have. At 19, I came to the US for college as a very slender girl. Being completely lost in this very exotic, indulgence-centric food culture here, I quickly put on 30 pounds in the first semester — that was ¼ of me before I arrived.
Yes, I loved ice-cream and pizza, and all the comfort foods that made me feel not so lonely as a newcomer. But seeing myself drifting away and losing my confidence, energy, and the bright look that I used to be proud of made me disappointed at myself on every level. And desperately trying to lose the weight and get back to my “normal,” I tried almost every FAD diet.
One time, to avoid carbs (when following Atkins), I told the school that I had diabetes, and they agreed to make a clean chicken breast everyday only for me.
Two months later, the cafeteria manager was amazed (mad) at my speedy recovery progress when seeing me devouring all sweet and starchy food – that day I was binge like crazy, splurging every drop of freedom I had as if it was the last day of the world.
The consequence of being a lab rat for FAD experiments? Another 20 lbs of extra weight plus a deep, serious eating disorder.
My worst fear, every night in front of the mirror when naked, was “am I going to look and live like this for the rest of my life? And what if I become so tired and let go of myself….” And every morning, I had to suck up the fear and pretend that I still had full confidence in myself – in a dark-colored, 1-size-larger sweatshirt that hid my curves (or lack of curves).
That summer, a month back at home in China transformed my life. And the person who made that change happen was my mother – the strict, demanding, tiger lady who I dreaded so badly when making every single mistake growing up.
Before I met her at the airport, I’ve imagined various scenes where she crushed my already traumatized, shrinking ego.
I was petrified! But that just showed how much I didn’t know my mom.
The woman who gave me life, although failing to recognize me within the first few seconds of the reunion, didn’t mention a word about my body. And later, she helped me lose a ton of it.
Not by psychic power, simply by restoring the life that I used to live, through treating me the same home-made food I used to have all the time that made me happy, satisfied and fully nourished.
So every morning, I woke up to a simple yet nourishing breakfast (generally it’s congee with kimchi or a bowl of noodle with a pan fried egg).
At noon time, I had a bowl of rice with 2-3 plates of colorful, delicious stir-fries and a satiating, clear soup.
For dinner, we usually ate the leftover from lunch, but my mom has a way of making everything look and taste like just freshly made. During the day, we enjoyed some fruit platters while watching TV or chatting.
This was the best that could ever happen to me at that time.
It made me happy, and most importantly, it enabled me to feel like a normal person again.
Indeed, when you’ve deprived yourself for such a long time, you forget what living like a normal person feels like.
And there was still one problem: I became even more scared of the scale because I knew I violated EVERY single rule for losing weight, including religiously counting calories, tracking foods, avoiding carbs, and exercising rigorously.
I knew just looking at the scale number would ruin my entire vacation, I didn’t want that.
So I cautiously kept myself away from the scale until one unexpected event happened.
On that day, the pair of pants which I wore during the trip back to China, for the first time, needed a waistband to stay on! I rushed to the scale as if I was on fire, and when the needle stopped, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I was F.O.U.R.T.E.E.N P.O.U.N.D.S lighter, but wait a minute, only by living a normal life? The thinking blew me away, and I knew one thing right at that moment:
From this day on, I will not encounter another failure on weight loss anymore – just by doing what I’ve been doing.
For the first time after many months, I felt like myself again.
But I was coming back to the US in 1 week! Does it mean I won’t be able to maintain the progress anymore?
No way I could let it happen, so I spent the entire week closely monitoring the way I ate and lived at home. The end product was a list of simple yet finely synthesized, practical rules to follow.
Soon, I took this list with me back to the states. Ten months later, the remaining 36 pounds disappeared.
Now you’ve learned my story. What’s next?