She was living inside a tiny prison of three digits. The inconsistency wasn’t in her actions. It was in her self-worth, which rose and fell with the m...
December 1, 2025
The End of "I'll Start Over on Monday". Maya's Story.
Maya was 36 and could write a full marketing strategy in a day, but she still couldn’t write a normal week of eating for herself.
Her life was one big pendulum:
“Good weeks” and “bad weeks.”
On “good” weeks she woke up already negotiating with herself:
no sugar, no bread, no eating after 6 pm, extra steps, maybe an evening workout.
She’d get through Monday and Tuesday on coffee and willpower, feel strangely proud of ignoring hunger, and fall asleep scrolling before bed, exhausted but “on track.”
By Thursday evening, the cracks started to show.
By Friday night, the pendulum had fully swung: wine, snacks, “I deserve this,” and then the usual, heavy thought: “I ruined everything again. I’ll start over on Monday.”
She wasn’t lazy. She wasn’t undisciplined. She was simply stuck in a system where she could either be “perfect” or “a failure.”
When she came to me for advice, I told her we weren’t going to build another “perfect week.” We were going to build something much more boring and much more powerful: a way to eat that survives real life.
No new diet. No list of forbidden foods.
We started, instead, with two things:
Her food rules – everything she believed she “must” or “must not” do to lose weight.
Her pressure points – the moments of the week where she felt most likely to snap.
Very quickly, her real problem became obvious: she didn’t overeat because she was weak.
She overate because her rules were impossible.
So we did something that felt illegal to her: we softened the rules.
She was allowed to eat after 6 pm.
She was allowed to have bread with dinner.
She was allowed to have chocolate… and not throw the entire day away afterwards.
Our first goal was not weight loss. Our first goal was this:
No more “start over Monday.”
Her first big behavior win showed up on a rainy Friday.
It had been a classic stress day: a critical email from her boss, a client who changed everything at the last minute, kids’ homework, traffic. Old Maya would have come home, opened a bottle of wine, ordered whatever was fastest, and eaten until she felt numb.
That night, she texted me instead:
“I want to eat everything in the house right now.”
I asked her to do one thing before making any decision:
Sit down, take three slow breaths, and rate her hunger on a 0–10 scale. Not emotion. Physical hunger.
A few minutes later, she wrote:
“Honestly? I’m like a 3. I’m not really hungry. I’m just mad and tired.”
We didn’t aim for sainthood.
She ordered a pizza anyway – but this time with one condition: she would eat it sitting at the table, plate, cutlery, no phone, no TV, and stop at the first comfortable point, not at the point of regret.
She ended up eating two slices, some salad she threw together almost automatically, and then said to herself:
“Okay. This was enough.”
No “screw it, I ruined everything.”
No “diet starts Monday.”
She brushed her teeth, made tea, and went to bed.
Was that the “perfect” fitness influencer Friday? No.
Was it a massive shift in her real life? Yes.
That was the first time in years that a stressful evening did not turn into a full-binge spiral. That was the first time she allowed herself to have “imperfect” food without declaring herself a failure.
From there, things changed quietly:
She began to eat regular lunches instead of “saving calories” for later.
Weekend breakfasts stopped being chaotic “brunch plus snacks until night” and turned into normal meals.
If she had dessert on a Wednesday, it was just dessert, not the end of the week.
Nine months later, Maya was 11 kg lighter. But more importantly, she told me this:
“The weight is great, but the real win is that I don’t think about food all day anymore. I have room in my brain again.”
That’s what the Smart Lean System is designed to do:
not to produce “perfect weeks,” but to teach you how to stay kind, consistent and sane when life is messy – which is always.
