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Growing a Beard for Beginners

Ok, you want to grow a beard and who could blame you. Beards are very trendy now. You see them on pop stars and movie stars around the world. Yeah every man wants one to be like the greats. However, not every man has the power to grow one. DNA is the reason why. Some men are not capable of growing a beard for long term. Sadly, I wish I could grow a beard too but I can’t. I can only use best natural oil for bead growth and other methods to grow something more. Watch the hairs on my face patch in little by little. Deal with whatever missing hair I can’t grow back. For the most part, I have manage to get a few spots to grow. Surely, the oils and steps I use each week can help you. Below I have an oil that can cause ti to grow more a little.

Eat Sweet Potatoes for Beard Growth

Eating does help you grow more hair. Only applies to eating some foods. For instance, certain foods like sweet potatoes you ate on Thanksgiving can give you a burst in beard growth. Beta-carotene is high in sweet potatoes and your body needs it for facial hair growth. One reason your hair is not growing enough is because the hair is not receiving all of its chemicals. Help your body receive necessary chemicals by eating sweet potatoes. Further, vitamin A is in sweet potatoes and you need vitamin in to make blood circulate faster. A high speed in blood circulation means a high chance of dormant face hairs to grow. Eat sweets for a few months and see what happens. This method might work for you.

Do Certain Exercises to Make Beard Grow

Exercise can assist a man in growing facial hair. Exercise is not just for the body. Resistance training is the new training you can take in the gym or at home. Do it to increase beard growth. In short, resistance training is when you move weights in slow motion. Pull your muscles in slow movements and hold weight. Feel the weight having more gravity then it would if you lifted the weights in fast sessions. Daily, apply resistance training to your routine to have more hair grow on face. Pain will feel different and rough. But, you’re a man and these feeling you have come with every big choice you make.

Additionally, you can sleep for longer hours. Sleeping longer than the usual 8 hours can cause body to grow more. Most testosterone is produced when you sleep. Body needs more sleep to gain more testosterone which helps your beard grow.

Maximize Genetics to Grow More Facial Hair

Maximizing genetics to grow more face hair you got sounds like a strange thing to say, but it is not a strange thing because you can do it. One way, use the best natural oil for beard growth on the market. Spread the oil on your face each day while washing. Soothing oil will seep in and eliminate all substances preventing facial from growing. Process won’t happen too soon. Although, it will happen if you give it 6 months. Another way, wash the beard often. You might wash ti every night but you should make sure you do a deep clean. Use the best beard shampoo and clean it inside out. At the end, your beard will be more capable of growing the way you want it too.

You have to feel the pain to heal from the pain

I had a really bad day on Monday and I know it’s already Thursday and well, who cares about last Monday but I wanted to write about it because it was an extreamly lonely day.

Maybe it’s because my parents left and I quickly found myself sitting in my apartment all alone, but the overwhelming feeling of sadness was making me question everything in my life. I looked around my newly decorated apartment that I had been dreaming of living in, and instead of feeling excited, proud and ready, I was scared, alone and totally freaked out.

It kind of felt like it was the first day I had ever spent in Colorado. I suddenly forgot about all the progress and success I had been making over the last 8 months and instead of celebrating this big step forward, I couldn’t help but feel like I was going to screw it all up.

I spent a good portion of the day crying and the other half of the day feeling numb. I hadn’t felt this way in SO long that it was almost too much for me to handle. I texted my cousin Jamie 15 times to make her remind me that it was going to be just fine and that it was just a bad day, and although I knew she was right, I couldn’t shake this feeling.

I decided to “put the day away” and when I woke up the next morning, not only did I feel better, but for the first time since moving to Colorado or really in my life, I felt a sense of wholeness that I had never experienced before. I can’t really explain the feeling, but it made me realize that although I’ve been in the happiest place of my life since moving here, I was also still using a lot of things over the last 8 months to fill a lot of differnet voids (such as ice cream and animal crackers).

I’ve been so scared to let myself feel the pain I felt on Monday that instead of allowing myself to own it, feel it and move forward from it, I’ve just been surpressing it. But this time I knew it was different. I was no longer scared to cry or be a little sad. In-fact, I felt kind of ready.

I didn’t need stupid ice cream anymore or whatever else it was in my life that I was using to fill this void. I knew that the progress I was making over the last 8 months was leading me to this very moment. The moment of self worth. The moment of letting myself feel the happiness that I deserved.

The point I’m tryng to make is that if you’re trying your best, digging deep and truly taking steps forward, no matter how painful it may be at times, you WILL become the person you want to be.  Because the really simple thing about pain and what we use to cover it up, is that it never goes away untill you’re brave enough to get a little uncomfortable.

So, the next time you’re sad or upset or angry, don’t reach for something that’s going to be a quick fix. Don’t shove those cookies into your mouth or skip the things that make you better because you have to rememeber that sometimes the only way out, is in.

Break the weight,


Why you should just “Do It” sometimes.

I was thinking about all the reasons I should force myself to sit down and blog right now. To be honest, I haven’t been inspired for the past week, which seems to happy to me more than I would like.

Sometimes I’m in it, I love it and the words just flow. And sometimes I want to run away, say screw it and just not do it at all.

So here I am, and instead of just not doing it because I’m over it, I’ve decided to just write about it because I need some accountability.

Change is hard. Isn’t it? Trust me, you’re not the only who thinks that. But what I’m starting to see is that if you don’t at least try to change and just accept the ebbs and flows of it all, you’ll never know what you can do, where you can go and who you can be.

Don’t just throw in the towel or walk away because you’re not in the mood. You have to remember that it’s not about being motivated all the time or even excited all the time. It’s about being stronger than our excuses. Braver than our fears and more resilient than last time.

So let’s just say no to those bad choices we’re about to make and be a little stronger than  the voice in our heads that tend to bring us down.

Besides, did you have a better plan?

Break the weight,


Two small changes

Before moving to Colorado, I had so many images in my mind about how my new life would be. I thought about what it would look like, feel like, what I would do everyday and most of all, how different it was going to make me. I pictured all my old bad habits being left in Michigan and envisioned this amazing opportunity of starting over and how lucky I was to be given a “second” chance.

Disclaimer: Old habits come with you, life is not perfect and starting over takes a lot of time and consistency.

The first month was a little rough, and not just because I was in a new city, but because being taken out of your comfort zone forces you to come face to face with what has always been standing in your way: Yourself.

This was not easy. In-fact, it was really difficult. I had to accept that the image I had created about this perfect new life of mine wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought and would take major work on my end to build that life for myself.

So I made a choice. I took a really good look at my life and picked out two habits that have always held me back from making my life easier and started with those:

1. Complete one task at a time

2. Keep room clean everyday for 30 days

Sounds pretty simple, right? Except that nothing is simple when it’s a habit or a learned behavior you’ve had you’re entire life. It took so much patience, mindfulness and consistency.

Working on these two habits every single day the last two months hasn’t just improved my life, it’s changed my life.  Completing one task at a time requires me to move slower and cleaning my room everyday makes me better understand the concept of doing things right away instead of waiting.

I started to see other areas in my life improve. I was suddenly more motivated, inspired, organized and without knowing it, I wasn’t just changing learned behavior, I was changing my path.

I see now that changing your life is directly correlated with how you feel about yourself and what you think you deserve.

So do yourself a favor and take that walk, write down your food, make your bed and give yourself the chance to change your life.

Trust me…it feels really fucking good.

Break the weight,


Books that helped me:

1. Getting Things Done – the art of stress free productivity by David Allen

2. Better Than Before: By Gretchen Rubin

I love me, I love me not.

I’ve been thinking a lot about self love this past week and what it really means. We’re told all our lives that we need to love who we are to become the people we want to be. And it’s true. They’re not lying to us. Loving who you are is the key to our success, but is it more complicated than that?

Loving who we are – It seems to be one of the most challenging things we can do, yet the most necessary to become better people. I guess what I’m starting to realize is that you can’t just love who you are in some areas in your life, and not others.

Everything is so connected in our lives, so if we’re only giving ourselves love sometimes, there’s this whole other side of who we are that we don’t really get to discover. We make choices all the time that reflect how we feel about ourselves.

Something as simple as eating too much when you know you’re full is one of the most common and the perfect example of lack of self love. Love isn’t feeling stuffed. Love isn’t feeling sick. Love isn’t filling your body up with foods that make you feel bad later. That’s not love.

That’s sadness. That’s pain. That’s a lack of self worth.

So the next you make a choice that you know will only make your day worse or your future less bright, ask yourself “Am I treating myself with love right now?”

Because the answer should always be yes.

Break the weight,

Best four years ever?

I hated college. And I know hates a strong word, but I can’t think of any other way to describe it. The funny part about me hating college is that if you ask people who knew or hung out with me during those years, they’d probably tell you how much fun I was always having.

The truth is, I went home most nights in so much pain. It didn’t matter if I had a boyfriend or really amazing friends because I did, I had both of those, but there was always this emptiness in my life and for so long, it took over my every thought. 

I felt so horrible in my own skin and remember so vidily looking into the mirror countless times, begging the person staring back at me to feel comfortable and happy with herself. My weight went up and down between 5-8 pounds every year. It was a constant internal and physical struggle, to say the least. 

My body image was so distorted and there was much pressure to party, enagage and be wild that it was almost impossible to escape my own mind. Every other thought was “Shit, we’re drinking three days in a row? Okay, so I’ll workout…” or “Why are people pressuring me to eat pizza at 3 am?”  

I know it’s only college, and getting drunk and eating late night may not seem like life’s biggest tragedy, but the truth is, it’s not just about that. It’s about what it’s like to feel pressure all the time. Pressure to eat, party, smoke, and be a certain way just for the sake of not feeling left out. 

I couldn’t figure out how to do this. I was in so much pain. Even as I write this, I can still envision this girl sitting on her bed with such saddness in her heart, and I can’t help but think there must be so many others who feel this way. All the time. 

So many others that have lost someone close to them, or struggle daily with body image issues or can’t figure out how to say no to all the stupid social pressure that comes along with just life in general. 

When I launched the break the weight program, I made sure that anyone could use this system. I see now how beneficial this type of program could be for college girls who suffer the way I used to suffer. 

It’s not easy taking care of yourself when there is so much happening around you. It’s not easy feeling good about yourself when you skip yoga to party, and it’s definitely not easy being comfortable in your own skin when every girl next to you is a size 0. 

I’m not saying that you shouldn’t live your life and have fun. Trust me, I’m all about fun. But when does it stop being fun and start being painful?

I hope my program can help girls in college learn how to live healthy and happy lives while still going out and enjoying themselves. We go through a lot during those years and sometimes it’s hard to do all on our own, so why not build a system that helps guide you through?

And yes, it’s really okay if people don’t agree with your “healthy choices” or ask questions like “Oh my god, why aren’t you eating at 4 am with us?”

Just smile and say “I’m not hungry.”

Besides, we both know she’s not really hungry either.

Break the weight,


Things have changed.

The last time I wrote about moving to colorado, I was sitting in a random coffee shop (now a staple in my weekly routine) and here I am now, sitting at Green Spaces, the co-working space that I build Break the weight out of.

I guess it’s fair to say that things have changed.  When I made the choice to move to Colorado it was because I knew in my heart that this was the place I needed to be in order to grow and move forward in the ways that I needed. 

I don’t know exactly why my heart has always been directed to this state, but a tiny part of me thinks it’s subconiously where I feel closest to my mother and also the place I get to have the most adventures.

I’m now entering month seven, and sometimes I still have to remind myself that I really am becoming the person I’ve always wanted to be. Because it’s easy to doubt ourselves out of becoming it.

I finally found my purpose in my work and it’s something I’ve been running away from and trying to find at the same.  Break the weight has turned into a program that can help individuals the way it has always helped me.

It’s weird to look back over the last year of my life because I can’t even recognize the person from 7 months ago. Nothing feels the same anymore (well expect, my cars a little messy). But, there’s this internal change happening and it’s allowing me to chase after my dreams.

And that’s exactly what I’m doing.

And that’s exactly what you should be doing.

Break the weight,


Ice cream wins…again

As we begin the Sugarless 4 six challenge, I think it’s only fair that I share my own experience with trying to give up sugar.  Besides, honesty is always the best policy…right? (Say right).

Anyway, after being sugar free for 23 days, I  found myself standing in the line at my favorite ice cream shop. I guess “found” isn’t really the correct way to put it, because let’s be serious: I PUT myself in my favorite ice cream shop.

I knew exactly what I was doing. I knew that after 23 days of no sugar that I was about to break it. I knew how I would feel after, and I knew that by doing this, I would also have to tell my loyal sugar followers that the coach has officially fallen off.  And even with knowing all this information, I did it anyway.  

Was I being self destructive? Maybe a little. But what I realized the most was that I didn’t even want the ice cream and my cravings were stemming from something so much deeper. The ice cream wasn’t even that good and even though I knew that, I still in this messed up way, forced myself to eat it.

I went to bed that evening thinking about my actions and instead of feeling guilty about what I did, I knew I just needed to better understand it.

It really opened my eyes to my emotional connection with food and showed me that most of the time our emotions outweigh our will power. I spent the next few days paying closer attention to why I was eating and I woke up yesterday feeling determined and a little more ready.

Eating ice cream didn’t make me miss sugar more, it made me see how much sweeter I need to be to myself and that taking care of my body and mind is so important that I can’t allow anything to stand in my way.

Not even myself.

So remember, there’s always a choice. And sometimes we don’t always make the best ones, but even when you have fallen off the wagon and can’t believe you did what you just did, remember again: The next choice you make is another choice.

Choose differently.

Break the weight,


The Magic Room

The tragedy weighs me down but his memory lifts me up.

I sometimes think of people as light beams. Some are dim, some are blinding, some shoot across your line of vision too swiftly to even notice, and some shine so brilliantly that they can illuminate your entire world.

That was my dad.  He was my best friend, my favorite person and my source of light.

A little more than three years ago he died in a car accident on his way home from giving a speech about his most recent book. It was called “The Magic Room: a story about the love we wish for our daughters,” dedicated to my sisters and me.

It was like an emotional power outage. Three years later it’s as if there are still a few lights that never came back on, casting dark shadows on some of the most critical spaces as I move through what’s left of my world.

I wear this tragedy on my mind and on my heart. It absolutely weighs me down. It looms over me and every single day I can find a new reason why it’s sad.

When any senseless tragedy strikes, it’s easy to wonder what the heck is even sacred anymore. Personally, I didn’t know what I could depend on if my very favorite person in the world wasn’t even a guarantee.  It was an injustice that I didn’t think I could ever get over.

But then I found a glimmer of happiness:

I didn’t have to get over it. I had to find a way to resolve it.

Ok, I’m not some crazy medium with magical powers to resuscitate the deceased and bring them back to life. I’m not Beyoncé. But I do believe that there’s something I can do.

There’s a beautiful saying in the Jewish tradition. It’s a turn of phrase that continues to move me to tears every time I hear it. It puts death, and part of the meaning of life, into perspective for me.

May his memory be for a blessing. 

As morbid as it sounds, I think that’s what we all ultimately wish for our loved ones and ourselves. Because, one day, we will all become memories, and isn’t that really the best-case scenario?

In the days following my father’s death I made a promise to myself: every good thing I do, for the rest of my life, will be dedicated to him. To keep my father alive in the only way modern science has been able to substantiate: through his legacy.

Of course this tragedy has weighed me down, but I can’t deny the fact that his memory continues to lift me up.  It’s the beacon of light radiating down from the sky reminding me of all of the wonderful moments that are mine forever in the archives of my own mind.

It won’t bring my dad back to life — but it will certainly give me inspiration to do a whole lot of good things in his honor.

Break the weight,


Mindful. Sometimes.

There’s something scary about learning how to stop eating before you’re completely full.

It’s one of those things that takes year and years of practice and yet, even when you have it down, you still somehow have to remind yourself to slow down and stay mindful of what you’re putting into your body. 
It’s not as simple as just putting down your fork and feeling “done.”  

No.  It’s scary, uncomfortable, and requires complete honesty with yourself , and let’s be serious here,  who the hell wants to do that? 

See, the reason we don’t put down our fork or stop eating before we feel sick is because all anyone ever wants in life is to feel full.  Full of hope.  Full of love.  Full of laughter.  Full of anything that makes us feel alive and if we’re not getting it from ourselves, then I guess the very next best thing is to just fill ourselves full with food. 

But what would happen if you slowed down?  How uncomfortable would it make you feel to not finish your meal? What if you truly listened to your body?

It took me a very long time to understand my body and feel completely okay with putting my fork down even if it meant that some people would stare at me weirdly.

I kept trying to please others and  fill a void of mine by finishing everything on my plate just to feel bloated and sick after.  I didn’t want to be the only person eating less.  I didn’t want to feel bored.  I didn’t want to my friends and family to look at me weird.  And I definitely didn’t want to sit with my thoughts without a cookie in hand.

I don’t know when it exactly changed for me, but over the last two years or so, I’ve come to the conclusion that every single person works differently.  If my body doesn’t agree with me about eating late dinners or completely clearing my plate of food than why would I do that?

Besides, I’m a pain in the ass when I have a stomach ache and I never feel good about myself when I’m too full or eat dinner too late.  

And yeah, maybe some people have an issue with it and think my habits are somewhat a little too structured, but you know what? I’m the one that goes home with me at the end of every single day.  

It’s my stomach ache and my body, so unless or until we share one, I’m going to do whatever makes me feel the healthiest and the best.

So practice putting your fork down and try really hard not to just eat a late dinner because you think your friends will judge you if you don’t eat at 9pm with them.

Be mindful. Be patient.  But but most of all, be kind.  And not just to others, but to yourself.

That’s where it all begins.

Break the weight,