I’m Marie Well, as in healthy well. At least, that’s my aim—to get well and make you well. We all have woes, from breakups to cancer to hoarder houses. I’m here to fix those woes—with tips mixed with my own tales.
Why read me? I’ve got a track record of fixin’ stuff. I’ve cured myself of anxiety. For a decade, I had anxiety attacks that struck almost daily. When not stricken, I’d write Voice articles, mostly on how to combat stress.
And then my world changed. One week went by with no attacks. A month. A year. Two years. And counting.
Now, I want to skyrocket our health—and bolster our creativity. After all, nothing soothes better than strokes of paint or tones of music or reps in a gym.
So, let’s get fit, creative, and well with Marie Well.
Check this out: Murray arrives late. Janine forgets her backpack. Bob visits with another table. And you arrive thirty minutes early with an outline to launch the group project. Organized? Or rather, have the seeds been sown for group conflict? I once had to work with a hellish group. One woman and I clashed; we… Read more »
It’s 2018! Companies now have mental health minutes, some even mental health days. So, if your boss finds you curled up in the fetal position while gripping a cup of green tea, just say, “I’m exercising my right to a mental health minute.” I took mental health afternoons, every day, stricken with workplace anxiety. I’d… Read more »
Do you want to kick back a plate of Denny’s sausage, chuckling as the grease lashes your tongue, musing to yourself, “I beat you, inflammation!” Well, Amy Myers, MD, wrote a diet book on inflammation. Her diet plan looks intriguing—until you spot her menu’s morning sausage. Sausage? Sausage gave me inflammation. Well, sausage, cola, anxiety,… Read more »
Grab your drabbest essay and crossbreed it with Harry Potter. You’ll wind up with Plato Potter, Einstein Potter, or Harry Homer Potter. Homer the thinker, that is. In other words, sprinkle in a magical writing device called show not tell. But what’s show not tell? When I once wrote a script, I thought show meant… Read more »
Rocky Balboa loves to sweat. He must’ve made millions dripping in his flicks. But what if he burned out from overtraining? Well, he’d miss out on surging energy, awesome sleeps, fun training, and a massive appetite. Worse, he could get hit with an autoimmune disease, like I almost did. During grad school, I exercised five… Read more »
Learning body language could be the best thing you do. You’ll chum up with supervisors and students. You’ll win over bosses and colleagues. And one day that body language will secure you your dream job. I bomb at nonverbal language. During interviews, I shrivel, almost disappearing. My shoulders hunch. My hands cover my lap. My… Read more »
At the summer fair, do Those Little Donuts give you sour-burps? Do Big Macs offer a healthy way to gain muscle mass? Does cola leave you knowing more about your dentist’s history than your father’s? If so, detox! Western lifestyle spews toxins. We rely on toxins to clean our houses, to freshen our armpits, to… Read more »
Time to procrastinate by taking a glimpse at The Voice? Well, fill up on our goods news to learn tricks to stop procrastination. One great tool for toppling the put-it-off woes lies in timers. My boyfriend has an uncanny sense of time. He doesn’t need a watch to know the time. He even guesses women’s… Read more »
Did you bomb at school because you danced the boogie-woogie? Camped instead of crammed? And sipped lattes instead of studied periodic tables? And, why not? After all, top students can squeeze in fun. Sadly, I squeezed in too much fun. But not during my undergrad. During my undergrad, I took three measly classes a semester. … Read more »
There’s a way to get a Batman or Cat Woman bod in no time: pluck a local waitress out of one of the busiest lounges, or a knuckle dragger from a weightlifting gym, then just suit them up. But better yet, knuckle down yourself—with high intensity interval training. Once, I had a Batman bod. It… Read more »