Why is it so much easier to stay on the familiar side of the bridge than to cross over to the unknown?
Is it because of fear, comfort or both?
Crossing the bridge to the unknown is much like deciding to take the leap and lose weight once and for all.
What if there was no fancy diet, no deprivation, just education, real food, movement and mindset reframing?
Would that feel less scary and more comforting?
You ready to cross that bridge?
The bridge to seemingly no where is only in your mind…