This yummy, creamy, energizing and full of the best possible fat TEA is how I start every day. Totally keeps me flying until I consume my first meal about 12-2pm. OR, if I’m doing Bulletproof fasting, this is all I’ll have for a few days! Big Laura makes bulletproof tea. 2-3 cups filtered water heated […]Read more "VIDEO: Bulletproof Tea (4am. Yes, I’m wearing yoga pants and uggs. don’t judge)"
I was fat. I was depressed. I was anxious. I was sleeping 12-16 hours a day, and I was still exhausted. I was crabby. I was drunk. My brain was foggy. I was making bad choices. Then, things started to change. I got me some knowledge, took some action, and things changed. Amazing how that […]Read more "What have we learned so far?"
Less than 7 minutes. Next week will be shorter still. You know you love the hat. Light and Love, Big LauraRead more "Big Laura live. Uncut. On Youtube."
About 8 days ago, I went “Bulletproof.” Committed to 6 weeks. Nope. I was tired by mid afternoon. I was experiencing food cravings. I was not dealing well with stress. I gained 3 pounds. 134.8 to 137.2. My waist measurement went from 28 inches to 28.5 No other data was collected. WHY? This is why […]Read more "Knowledge. Action. Change."
Nope, PJ is NOT your daddy. Neither is his take-and-bake brother, Papa Murphy. I have eaten a lot of pizza. Some of it very expensive and really tasty. Pizza to be savored and shared with a MAN. Think Mellow Mushroom and Omni hotel room service margarita pizza. Some of it just a cheap and shameful […]Read more "Papa John is NOT Your Daddy."
Do THIS. Click on the LINK. Get a notebook, spend 12 minutes and 45 seconds of your time, (even less if you skip the ads) write your thoughts and responses, and change your day. Maybe your week, perhaps your life. You may notice, I have included the link to Tim Ferriss and Tony Robbins interview and gratitude experience […]Read more "THE POST. If you want to be skinny, glowing, happy, smart, successful, healthy, and find true love riding on a unicorn: DO THIS. If you WON’T. You are reading the wrong blog."
When my children were ages two and four, I demanded they clean their room. They did not meet my expectations, and I flew into a rage, dumped every item of clothing, toys, and anything else I could lay my hands on into a heap in the middle of the room, and SCREAMED at these precious […]Read more "Suicide. Love. Gratitude. Not necessarily in that order."