My dear, wise friend Sarah Anne Stewart interviewed me on shame & perfectionism and how it relates to body image & disordered eating, anxiety and depression. If you’re interested in my story and my advice for coping (especially this time of year!), tune in (quality is better than thumbnail suggests ?)!
A couple weeks ago, I found myself at an intimate dinner party. Normally I feel confident and outgoing at social events. But as the host brought out a third course that rivaled a Michelin Star restaurant, I found myself overwhelmed with anxiety and shame.
I don’t belong here, I thought. These people are way too cool for me. I’m too small-town for this. I have “Country Bumpkin” written all over me. Which fork do I use? They’re 100% judging me. She’s regretting inviting me. She probably thinks I’m a complete fraud. Why am I being so awkward? What’s wrong with me? (READ MORE)
“We entrepreneurs can’t afford to date,” I half-joked to a friend the other day. “We can’t take sick days when we get our hearts smashed.”
I’m a therapist who helps people learn to be resilient in the face of life’s uncertainties. But even I catch myself feeling anxious about how to stay motivated when I’m feeling down—especially in the shit-show that is dating in New York (READ MORE).
If you’re ever stressed and need to look at a calm, reassuring instagram feed, take a look at @meganjbruneau. NYC wonder woman Megan Bruneau’s long list of accomplishments include a successful career as a psychotherapist and hosting the podcast “The Failure Factor” (highly recommend giving it a listen). Her feed displays serene scenic views of British Columbia, an ode to her Canadian background, and empowering quotes like, “Feeling abnormal is normal.” Through her extensive work in therapy and lessons from her own experiences struggling with perfectionism disorders, Megan serves as a knowledgeable and experienced voice for wellness and self-compassion. We asked Megan to share her story of growth and self-innovation and this is what she had to say (READ MORE)
Cassandra Bodzak is the founder of the online mind-body-soul support community, Aprecity.com,and best-selling author of Eat With Intention. She’s a global meditation and wellness teacher, host of Eat with Intention TV, and former host of ABC’s The Taste. Hear Cassandra’s story on how she successfully built an online community and personal brand alongside the grief of heartbreak and her brother’s life-changing diagnosis – then rebranded and did it all over again – as well as her advice for how to combat perfectionism and own your success.
In my 20’s, I hoped the proverbial “baby clock” just hadn’t kicked in. I’d always felt ambivalent about having kids, and this awareness was disconcerting for me. Not yearning to one day be a parent as my friends and clients did left me questioning my makeup – and my worth. So I desperately hoped something would shift inside of me. Life is seemingly easier when we want the things we’re “supposed” to.
But said “clock” has yet to turn on, and despite my extensive training in psychology and my non-conformist mindset, I still feel ashamed of my ambivalence at times. Logically I know there’s nothing wrong with me, and voluntary childlessness is on the rise; emotionally, though, I fear others will perceive me as cold, less attractive, or “flawed.” (READ MORE)
I had an awesome conversation a couple weeks back with Orlaith Rosey from the Mindfully Fit Podcast. We talk disordered eating, how fucked-up societal expectations contribute to anxiety and depression in women, how perfectionism manifests in your “healthy” lifestyle, and more. Bear with me for (or skip) the first 5 mins or so (I was either nervous, excited, or my coffee hadn’t kicked in yet…) – shit gets good after that. If you enjoyed my interview on The Healthy Maven’s podcast, you’ll be into this one! I don’t know how to embed, so click on the screenshot below to be taken to the episode :).
“How do you do it, Meg?” a recently-single girlfriend asked me. She’d just been ghosted (a painful initiation back into the dating scene after nearly a decade) and was understandably discouraged by the process.
“How do you keep putting yourself out there after being burned over and over again? How do you spend so much time alone? How do you have the confidence to go on so many dates, then deal with the frustration and pain of it all?” (READ MORE)
The Failure Factor is back! Awww yeah! We’re kicking things off with Lauren Foundos, who spent a decade on Wall Street before starting Forte, a boutique fitness streaming platform.
A first-time founder, Foundos stresses spending wisely, building authentic partnerships, detaching from an expectation of what the company will be, and several other nuggets of wisdom you won’t want to miss. Check out the interview to hear Lauren’s inspiring story, and advice on how to optimize your starting-up success. And find interview highlights here on Forbes!
(By Davida Kugelmass). I live and breathe wellness, but I also can recognize that perhaps sometimes I’m too “in it” to really have any perspective on the impact of my own business, both good and bad. So I filled my feed with people and messages that lifted me up. And somewhere along the way I discovered Megan. I appreciated that Megan was having conversations about health, wellness and happiness that no one else was having. She forced me to question my own behaviors in a positive way. She made me more aware and added this much needed perspective that I’d lost in getting so wrapped up in this industry.
This is why Megan is on the show today.
Here are some topics we tap into in today’s episode:
- Megan’s own history with eating disorders and body image
- The negative implications of the wellness industry on young men and women
- Social media and advice for influencers and consumers on how to be a more critical voice
- Privilege in the wellness industry and why we need to be acknowledging it
- Health at every size and what that actually looks like
- Where the wellness industry is going
“Considering your family history, I think you ought to consider antidepressants,” my doctor stated, her tone gentle yet firm as I sobbed sdfin her office.
My mood had been a battle for as long as I could remember, but lately it had become particularly unbearable. Every morning I awoke to inexplicable heaviness and lethargy – a depression thick with anxiety, guilt, and futility. I’d always felt like a bit of an outsider, but this was extreme. I felt disconnected from reality – like those dreams where you’re trying to scream or fight back or run but are paralyzed. I’d been exhausted for months, taking naps on the yoga mat in my office or the front seat of my car during lunch. I couldn’t concentrate in my sessions with clients and felt like my brain was operating at 20% (READ MORE).
“I’m not where I’m supposed to be. Everyone around me is married or engaged. They have kids. A house. Letters next to their name or a senior role. A retirement fund. They’ve even found time to travel the world in there somewhere. They’re right on track.
I’m behind in life. I wasted so much time. I spent money on useless shit. I’ve squandered some of my most formative years. I’ll never catch up.” (READ MORE)
Only in recent years have we finally begun to acknowledge the connection between diet and mood. Can you believe I went through seven years of post-secondary in psychology, and there wasn’t a single lesson on nutrition for mental health? Fortunately, I had always been interested in nutrition (a silver-lining byproduct of a decade-long battle with eating disorders) and how what we eat affects our mental health (READ MORE).
“Do you think I could have a brain tumor?” I asked my nurse bestie while we waited in line for the chairlift. My head had been throbbing for the past fifteen minutes and, being one of those incredibly lucky people who never gets headaches, my inner hypochondriac was having a heyday.
She rolled her eyes and assured me I didn’t have a brain tumor (but I mean, how did she know for sure…?), and we later discovered the reason for my unusual pain: unbeknownst to us, her brother had made decaf coffee that morning. And that was the moment I could no longer deny my dependence on caffeine to be a functioning human (READ MORE).
“Are you getting help?” the emergency room physician asked, his voice stern yet his eyes soft with pity. I wondered if he had a daughter.
“Yes,” I lied, averting his concerned gaze. My shame was compounded by awareness of my naked body, visibly starving through the slits of the humiliating blue hospital gown. “I’m seeing a therapist.”
Hours earlier, I’d bussed myself to the hospital after throwing up blood and feeling scared my eating disorder was going to kill me. I’d sat in the waiting room alone, too ashamed to tell my boyfriend at the time why I couldn’t meet up with him that night. I have too much homework, I’d told him (READ MORE).
The power had shifted. I knew it. We’d been on six dates and were definitely at the “are you in or are you out” point. I’d gone and caught feelz and he’d backed off. The tone of our texts had changed. What had once been emoticon-punctuated questions were now short, abbreviated answers. Friggin’ consultant language. Why do they have to abbreviate everything?
Frustrated, I opened Tinder and began swiping. Swipe, swipe, match, swipe, match, match, match. The instant gratification provided a momentary escape from my rejection. The irony is that I know better. I’m a mental health therapist who preaches constantly about “refraining, sitting with uncomfortable feelings and practicing self-compassion.” I teach this mindfulness strategy to clients, helping them overcome destructive behaviors or unhelpful behaviors. Sometimes, I can practice what I preach. Right now was definitely not one of those times (READ MORE).