This is one of the most powerful tools that I use and help my clients use to get to the root of emotional eating before it starts. All it takes is a little notebook, a little know how, and a little time. 
​I am confident it will help you on your journey From Food to Faith. 

It is said that an artist was once asked, “How do you plan to carve an elephant out of that large piece of marble?” to which the artist replied, “I will just start chipping off any piece that doesn’t look like an elephant.” Though this tale is unlikely true, the story does have a lot to teach us about the nature of human transformation.
 
Most of us want transformation in some way. We want to feel better, look better, or act better. We want to be more successful. We want closer relationships. In my work, I have learned that the wisest people want to transform their limiting beliefs…those thoughts that have held them back throughout their lives.  Whether you’re carving elephants, or a life of greater joy for yourself, there are some truths that never alter.
 
First and foremost, we will never create a masterpiece if we don’t have a clear picture in our mind of what it is we want to create. An artist does not begin chipping away at marble and eventually discover it looks like an elephant. They must clearly see the elephant within the marble, and every touch of the hammer and chisel will bring that elephant closer and closer to reality.
 
What is it you want? Do you want to have more peaceful relationships at home? Do you want to recognize personal revelation more clearly? Do you want to change your body, your job, or your home? First you must create a clear picture in your own mind of the future you are choosing to create. Then begin to identify which pieces don’t seem to match that vision of the life you are creating. Pick one, and start chipping away.
 
Second, elephants do not evolve from marble with large, crashing strikes of the hammer. Those who are impatient, believing that great drastic measures will get them to their destination faster, will find themselves with nothing but a pile of dust and rocks surrounding them, only to start again.
 
Personal transformation is a process of a thousand, carefully placed and executed, little steps.  It is showing up early for work and putting forth your best effort every day. It is honoring your body one meal at a time. It is working to understand before trying to be understood, one conversation at a time. No “overnight success” actually happens overnight. Just pick one rough edge that doesn’t seem to fit into your vision for yourself, and begin chipping away.
 
Lastly, don’t be surprised if others around you don’t share your vision, or believe in the process by which you are choosing to obtain that vision. Well-meaning people will give you all sorts of free advise: “That looks more like a cow. Why don’t you just change it into a cow,” or “I know a faster way you could get that done,” or “that’s taking so much time, is it really worth it?”
 
It is at times like these that you must hold onto your vision with both hands. You may have to plaster a smile to your face, put plugs in your ears and blinders on your eyes, but whatever you do, pick the next piece that doesn’t match your vision and just keep chipping away at your transformation. If you do this, your naysayers will someday say, “I had no idea this was inside of you,” “that is amazing!”, “I could never do that!” or maybe even “how do you carve an elephant out of marble?” And that is when you will peacefully declare, I simply kept chipping away at all the pieces that didn’t look like an elephant.”

The heavy five-gallon bucket stood before me like a troll, daring me to pass under this bridge alone.  The extra-tall walls of our living room, family room, office and bathroom seemed to plead with me, “Please…we are scratched, chipped, dented, and dark. Can’t you help us?” My past paint partners have moved on to have lives of their own. Now it was just the troll, the walls, and me and I knew this was going to take far longer than I wanted it to.
 
I tend to be a microwave woman. I want what I want when I want it. And in this case, I wanted to transform all of my walls from the 90’s browns and dark reds to a beautiful, light “Revere Pewter” with white trim…and I wanted it now. But the School of Hard Knocks has taught me that the things we most value in life aren’t made in microwaves. They are cooked long and slow. They take a process. They take time. For many years, I gritted my teeth through those processes, keeping the end goals in mind. But now, I wanted to see if I could actually choose to enjoy the process itself.
 
I don’t know how many of you have ever prayed over painting your house, but as I stared at the troll, I did. “Please help me enjoy the process of painting. Help me not be so anxious for the end result that I miss the pleasure of doing the actual painting.” I’m grateful to say, my prayers were answered.
 
As I looked for the pleasure of each moment, I discovered the thrill of seeing a patch of “90’s Brown” come to life as “Revere Pewter” began to take over. I loved seeing how it seemed to be a different color on each wall, as the light in the room played with my senses; I took pride as I cut a piece of trim with a nice, straight line; I listened to entertaining speakers, comedians, and music in my headphones; and something amazing happened: I was enjoying the process. I didn’t mind the time it took or the chaotic displacement of my furniture so much. I went to bed each night with sore muscles and a peaceful, content heart. And when the project was completed, I felt satisfied in a way that was different than the satisfaction I’ve gotten from the work of hired hands. My end result was actually better than those who were supposed to be “professionals”. Why? Because I cared about the final product. I took pride in, and was present in the process.
 
I have found the same lessons to apply in my own personal transformations. As I journey From Food to Faith I am learning to find peace in the process. Not only do I want the nutritious and delicious meals, I’m learning to take pleasure in chopping the foods and washing the dishes. Not only do I want to find myself at a healthy weight with a strong body, I’m learning to love the feel of lifting each weight, or the stretch of a tight muscle.
 
If we think that happiness is waiting at the end of a goal, we are fooling ourselves. As Geneen Roth says, who you are through the process is who you’ll be at the end of the process. If we don’t learn to find peace in the process of achieving our goals, we will not have peace when we find ourselves standing in the middle of them. If we don’t learn to find joy and peace in the processes that lead to our desired destination, my experience has taught me that we aren’t likely to stick with those processes enough to achieve or maintain those destinations!
 
Today I challenge you to notice the little things along the way that make you happy. Notice the beautiful designs of those vegetables you are chopping. Feel how alive your muscles feel as they move. Bathe in the calmness of letting limiting beliefs go. Then you will find joy now, not just at some future imagined moment. You will find happiness today, not just when your jeans fit again. You, my friend, will find peace in the process. 

​I love being a motivational speaker. There is nothing better than sharing your stories…your insights…and learning that it has changed someone else’s life. I also love listening to other motivational speakers. I have found them not only on stages, but in church’s, diners, and people’s very own kitchens. I have found motivation and inspiration from many people, and one of my favorites was a woman named Kris Belcher.
 
Kris was diagnosed with cancer in both of her eyes as a young child and finally lost her eyesight completed as an adult. As a mom with two young children, she was understandably devastated at the loss of her sight. Kris has the gift of finding the gift in almost anything, and one of her stories has never been forgotten.
 
She was sharing how she learned to navigate walking busy city streets by herself. Of course, she learned to use a cane, and listen for the sounds of traffic and crossing lights. But one of the ways she can tell what direction she is facing is by determining where she feels the sun on her face. By determining what time it is and where the sun would be, she can use the warmth on her face to determine what direction she is facing. Ever the motivator, she told us she can also know what direction she is facing in her spiritual life by where she feels the Son…meaning, the Son of God.
 
 Often at this time of year, we are focused on our physical health. How much weight do we want to lose this year? What size will we be by our birthday? How many races will we run? Those can all be worthy goals for the right reason at the right time. But I wonder how many of us are as focused on our spiritual health?
 
Do you know where the Son is? Do you feel His warmth in your heart? Do you check your direction by if you feel Him present? Or is He an afterthought? Do you rely on your own eyes and ears to tell you if you’re going in the right direction?
 
May we lift our face to Him as we seek the directions we are to take. May we make Him our compass in the coming year. May we actively seek to discern where exactly we feel the Son. 

I don’t believe in New Year’s Resolutions. Not anymore. I have seen too many…and made too many myself…that hit the New Year running, only to find them limping along by February, and completely petered out by the Spring thaw.
 
I have learned that the best moment to plant a tree is 20 years ago. The second best time to plant a tree is now. NOW. Not “after the holidays”, or “after the kids are out of school”. Not “once the kids are back in school”, or “Monday”. NOW.
 
Occasionally a potential client will call me in the Fall, anxious to begin their new goals to overcome a challenge or build their business, only to determine that they’ll “start after the holidays”. I just smile and tell them to let me know when they are ready. Unfortunately it isn’t uncommon to talk to them 6 months later and realize they never started at all.
 
Well, whether you believe in New Year’s Resolutions or not, tomorrow IS the start of another new year! If you have dreams and goals, which I hope you do, how will you pursue them in a way that won’t peter out by spring? How will you keep your “why” fresh in your mind each day? Who will you make a part of your team? Will you get a coach? A mentor? A friend?
 
You see, growth is for every day. Not just January 1st. It is what makes us happy, fills us with purpose, and fulfillment. It improves our relationships, helps us increase our talents, and therefore the service we can give to more people. Progress is the reason we are here in the first place.
 
If I can help you in your quest to thrive, please don’t ever hesitate to contact me…whether it’s January 1st or not. 

How great can one person become? Does it depend on how much you've been loved? Does it depend on how much education, money, or free time you have? Does it depend on your weight? Height? Skin color? I am here to attest, it absolutely does NOT.
 
Martin Luther King Jr. once said, "Everyone can be great, because anyone can serve." Serving makes us great. Serving fills us with love. Serving makes us happy, and anyone can do it.
 
You can serve at ANYTIME. Even now, as I write this alone in a motel room, I can think kind things of others, send uplifting texts, go for a walk and smile at the people I meet. I can express gratitude to the teenager handing me my lunch order, or the waiter filling my glass of water.
 
Too often we think that "serving" has to entail a lot of time, which we are already short on. I believe that some of the best service you can give someone is your focus. SEE them. HEAR them. Recently I attended a beautiful reception in my husband’s honor. I’m so proud of him and the contributions he makes to our society. I am also used to attending these functions where I know practically no one, and I am perfectly happy to blend into the background. At one point, as I stood outside a circle that was gathered around my husband to congratulate him, a lovely woman glanced back and saw that I was there. She immediately took a couple of steps back and made me a part of the circle. I thought to myself, “What a kind thing to do!” and I doubt she has any idea how that simple action served me…how it said without words, “You belong here.”
 
Recently the movie, A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood has taken the nation by storm. There is no swearing. No violence. No inappropriate scenes. But those are the things usually throws into movies to make them sell. So why is this movie about a man who made children’s television shows so popular? I suggest it is because
Mr. Rogers knew how to love people. He saw them. He heard them. He cared about the person in front of him at every given moment.  
 
I think we all would like to “be great” in some way. We all want to leave a positive mark on the world. My husband has a saying that he tells our kids often, "Be good. Be great." I love that saying because it is not about setting unachievable expectations. That's simply teaching our children to serve. It’s a reminder that greatness isn’t achieved by money or fame. Greatness is having a heart to love others. And everyone can be great because anyone can serve.

​“I have faith in God. I have faith in myself. I have faith in other people.” This has become my all-time favorite affirmation. It goes at the top of my daily planner. It finds its way into my prayers. And more and more often, I find myself actually living it.
 
I grew up as a very fearful person. I’m not sure how much of it can be ascribed to “nature” or “nurture”, but fear seemed to be my lot. For decades there was a low buzz of anxiety that plagued my every moment. I never thought I’d see the days that I now live in…where anxiety, if not rare, is absent enough that its appearance is noticeable. And when I notice it, I am able to recognize that some limiting belief has appeared, challenge that belief, and dissolve the anxiety into nothingness. For most of my life, I didn’t think this day would ever come.
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Fear is the opposite of faith. In the Lectures on Faith, Joseph Smith once said, “Where doubt and uncertainty are there faith is not, nor can it be. For doubt and faith do not exist in the same person at the same time; that persons whose minds are under doubts and fears cannot have unshaken confidence; and where unshaken confidence is not the faith is weak.” Said another way, fear is simply prayer to the wrong god.
 
I love my affirmation. You see, when I have faith in God there is no need to worry about all that is happening in my world. When I believe that God is in control I can depend on Him for my peace, my distraction, my problem-solving ideas. I don’t have to run to food, or any other negative emotion or behavior. When I trust myself, I stop the old thought that I am somehow incapable of receiving God’s help. I recognize that He has given me the gifts and talents that I need to succeed in life. It reminds me that I am His little girl. When I have faith in others, I am able to let go of my desires to control their thoughts, words or actions. I let them own their own mistakes and victories. I stop treating them like children who must be told what to do and how to do it. I am more empathetic and far less anxious. I am able to focus on the one and only person I can control…namely, myself.
 
What started as a hope and a prayer has turned into a belief. I do trust God. I do trust myself. I do trust others.  OK…usually. But I’m learning to do so more and more every day. And that is what I help my clients do. And through that beautiful process we find ourselves living a life we never thought possible…a life of peace…a life of joy…a life of faith. 

Halloween this year found my husband and I flying to Chicago to help take our little granddaughter trick-or-treating. We had a great weekend at a church party, visited the children’s museum, did some shopping, and enjoyed some of our favorite Chicago pizza. As usual, it was a wonderful weekend. As we returned home a few days later, a thought popped into my mind that not only put a big smile on my face, but also surprised me. Except for a handful of candy corn the week before, I had not eaten a single piece of Halloween candy throughout the Halloween season…not because I was “being good” but because it had never even crossed my mind.
 
As a chronic binger and dieter, Halloween has always been one of those events that brought great anxiety. Either I used it as an excuse to eat with abandon, vowing to start over again on November 1st”, or I carefully planned exactly what I was “allowed” to eat, calculating calories, fat grams, or Points weeks in advance. What is supposed to be a fun holiday of costumes and children, felt more to me like a scary test which I would either “pass” or “fail” with my self-worth hanging in the balance. Some years I “failed”. Some year I “passed”. But every year I found myself obsessed with food, which caused tremendous anxiety, no matter what the outcome.
 
In the process of becoming an Intuitive Eater I have found peace with food. It is no longer a “sin” to eat some Halloween candy, nor do I have to lose weight that week to be a “saint”. Gone are the days of looking to outside sources, such as a diet, to tell me what I should or should not eat. I now trust my body to tell me that, and I’ve learned it does an amazing job.
 
I eat when I’m hungry. I choose what will truly satisfy me. I recognize when eating any more would ruin the experience by making me physically uncomfortable. I deal with my emotions rather than numbing them. I trust God more than I trust food. And all of that has restored a sense of peace with food that I never thought would happen.
 
There are many benefits to finding peace with food. The scale is working it’s way down, and that is a great blessing. But by far, the greatest blessing is the mental and spiritual peace I feel as food has taken its proper role in my life. Gone are the days of having to rebuy Halloween candy because I ate it all before the 31st. Gone are the days of obsessing over what I am allowed to eat, how I will plan my whole week around that moment, and how I’ll handle the tremendous feelings of deprivation at every party. Gone are the Russian-Roulette moments of stepping on the scale to see if I am worthy of love or respect each day.
 
I’m so grateful for the miracle in my life of being able to turn From Food to Faith, and I love my work in helping others find the same peace with food. In the beginning, it is almost impossible for my clients to believe that finding peace with food is truly possible for them. Perhaps you have come to feel the same way. But I can assure you, once you commit to the process, you will begin to see that you are not doomed to a life of being obsessed with food. Just like me, you can find peace. And that’s no trick…just a most delicious treat!

​This weekend she brought with her a completely intact crab shell, legs and all, sharing with us what she learned about crab molting. I was fascinated, as I’d never known such a thing existed, and I quickly realized that I had some molting to do myself.
 
 Molting is the process of completely shedding ones outer layer, whether it be made of skin, feathers, hair…or in the case of crabs, a shell. I had seen molting in my experience with chickens, I have touched the discarded skin of snakes at the zoo, but I had no idea that crabs could somehow wiggle even their legs and tendons out of their crusty external shell. Nor did I know that unless they do so, they will suffocate and die, rather than continue to grow.
 
How many times in my life have I felt that I absolutely must change and grow, or I would suffocate and die? That raw and emotional place before one molts is a painful place to be. For me, it usually entails knowing I cannot live another minute in my current self, but not knowing if growth is even possible…not knowing if I have the courage or strength to break out of my old shell…and if I do, how will I survive the vulnerability of waiting for my new shell to harden before I am destroyed?
 
Is there a name for the emotional angst that comes with the need to molt? Google doesn’t seem to think so. Perhaps that is because for animals it is not an emotional issue. For us humans, there are words such as anxiety, emotional discord, and cognitive dissonance, but none of those words seem to capture the emotional torture and transformation that seems to be implied in the human process of molting.
 
I have felt the anxiety of a pending molt when I knew it was time to walk away from my abuser. I felt it when I knew I must care for my health but could never diet again. I have felt it any number of times when I’ve had to leave some of the ways of the world behind to free my spirit and grow. Each time I was miserable. Each time I was terrified. And each time it was worth it.
 
The moment you finally break free from your old shell and realize that you will never go back, is nothing short of liberating! It is like you can finally take a deep breath, bend your limbs, and move without restriction. And though it takes time for your sensitive exterior to toughen up, before long you find an increased level of peace and comfort in the world that you’d forgotten was possible.  You’ve molted!
 
In your newfound joy, don’t forget that as surely as the last molting was crucial to your growth, so too will be the next. So don’t be surprised when you find yourself starting to feel a little cramped in your new emotional living space.
 
Today, I pass on Laurel’s questions to you:
 
What do you need to shed?
Is it an old, outdated view of yourself? Is it resentment, fear, or shame? Are there habits you need to leave behind or new ones to adopt? Are there people holding you back or knowledge you desperately need?
 
How do you need God to help you?
I once tried to exercise my faith that if I prayed fervently enough, God would remove my extra pounds overnight. I say “tried” because neither God, nor I, were all that surprised when it was still there in the morning. I knew that God was willing to help me, but perhaps just not in the way I wanted at the time. God is the ultimate parent. He will do nothing for us that we can do for ourselves, though He knows there is plenty that we are not capable of at the moment, and He stands ready and willing to do the heavy lifting.
 
What do you need to do to fulfill your part?
In the Doctrine and Covenants we read, “There is a law, irrevocably decreed in heaven before the foundations of this world, upon which all blessings are predicated—And when we obtain any blessing from God, it is by obedience to that law upon which it is predicated.” Which blessing do you need? What are the natural laws you will have to obey in order to receive that blessing?
 
God gave me a vision of who I really was, a booster of spiritual strength, and internal peace about my decision, but I had to be the one to physically and emotionally walk away from my abuser. When we come to accept our part of the responsibilities for the growth we are seeking…when we are finally willing to obey the law upon which it is predicated, we will in fact receive the blessing.
 
It is time, as it often is, for me to molt. I’m grateful that our loving Heavenly Father is there to provide a vision of the next step, give me strength to break my old shell, and courage to be vulnerable as my new shell hardens. I am grateful, once again, for the process of molting.

​I must be the world’s worst plant owner. I do have plants, but my kids will tell you, don’t give me something that needs a lot of fussing. You’re bound to end up with sticks in dirt. For some reason, remembering to give it a little drink of water now and then just seems like an insurmountable task.
 
I do have one plant that I bought back in 1991 that is still alive, despite my multiple attempt to kill it with neglect. It has been brought back from the dead more times than people in the New Testament. I have literally left it in the garage until it was nothing more than a lonely stick in a pot of dust, and yet when my inner-scientist chose to begin throwing some water on it, it amazed us all with its ability to forgive…to bounce back…to survive. It has earned its rightful place in our home.
 
Perhaps my weakness with plants is God’s way of teaching me that when we water and nourish a thing, it grows. And when we neglect it…that’s right…it turns into the Sahara and withers away.  The same is true with habits…all habits…whether good or bad. That which we give our time and attention to grows. That which we ignore and leave unattended will dry up and disappear like last year’s reality show.
 
When we are striving to develop new habits in our lives, it can often seem daunting to give it the little bit of attention it may require. But ask yourself this? Which habits are you watering? And which habits are you neglecting? Every time you water an old habit that you would rather put in the compose bin, you keep it alive a little longer. And every time you nourish a new and improved habit, whose fruit you long to enjoy, you also keep it alive a little longer. With consistency of time and attention, the new habit will send roots deep into the earth, developing resiliency, absorbing more nutrients, and providing sweeter, more plentiful fruit.
 
And might I add that when we invite the Savior to join us in our efforts, He supplies us with the living water that can breathe life back into deadest of sticks. It’s as simple as that.  So…which habits will you water?