At Home in Your Body.

_{The free class, recorded. Two hours, plus the ten-minute version. Put your email in and it's yours.}

You know what to eat, you know what to do, you could write the training plan yourself (or get Claude to do it), and you probably have, a number of times over the past year, or ten.

The question was never information, and it was never willpower. The question is why a woman can know exactly what to do and still, at nine o'clock on a Tuesday night, want to crawl out of her skin, stuff it down, numb it away, and feel disgusted.

On Sunday I'm going to attempt to answer that, from my own scars (and open wounds) and from what it took to reconcile them. I'll show you the four places where the decision to change your body is actually made (none of them is the gym), and, of course, we'll talk about the gym as well.

I'll answer all your questions about what my mornings look like at 45 with nine children at home (our almost-eighteen-year-old just moved half a block down, but he shops in the pantry, and our youngest is eight months old), and why and how all of this feels pretty simple, which is the part women find hardest to believe. It's true, and yes, it's partly support, and teenagers, and a part-time housekeeper, and a decent man. But it's also your degree of victimhood. Sorry.

And I'll name the fear underneath the fear, which isn't failure, but which is the reason the weight comes back and the reason no programme has ever stuck.

Near the end I'll ask you to write down one sentence, so bring a pen instead of your phone.

Then I'll stay for your questions for as long as you have them.