the wellness guru in a onesie 👶✨

My 20-month-old nephew Max has been visiting us in Albania this week… and honestly? My house is now Max’s World, and I’m just the tenant.

If you’ve ever spent more than ten minutes with a toddler , you know the deal: it’s like inviting a tiny life coach in a onesie into your home — chaotic, hilarious, exhausting, and just a little sticky.

Max’s one true love? Puffs.
Those airy little snacks that taste like flavored cardboard? He devours them like Michelin-star cuisine.

And loyalty runs cheap in toddler world. Hand him a handful and suddenly, you’re his ride-or-die. Forget toys. Forget the sippy cup. Bring the puffs, and you are The Chosen One.

He goes full throttle — double-fisted, crumbs flying, half on the floor, the rest lost in his onesie — and somehow still looks like he just hosted a five-star dinner party.

And here I am treating food like a spreadsheet and rest like a felony… and Max? He’s thriving on snacks and shameless joy.

So tell me, : who’s really winning?

Here’s the slap-in-the-face moment: Max is living the kind of wellness we’ve all spent years overcomplicating.

He laughs himself awake every morning like life is already a stand-up comedy special.

He runs victory laps around the living room like he just won toddler gold — not because he ‘has to,’ but because it feels good.

When he’s tired, he crashes into a nap — no guilt, no timers, no negotiating with himself about whether he’s ‘earned it.’

And when he’s upset? Oh, you’ll hear about it. No bottling, no shame — full volume, full release, and then two minutes later he’s back to business like nothing ever happened.

It’s messy. It’s loud. It’s sticky. And it’s exactly what effortless wellness looks like.

Meanwhile, the rest of us are still replaying that email from 2019 — because somewhere along the way, we traded instincts for rule books.

Food became math problems.
Joy got assigned calories.
Exhaustion was rebranded as productivity.
And emotions? We swallowed them like bad medicine just to keep the peace.

And then we wondered why we feel so disconnected from our own bodies.

Toddlers don’t question their needs. They don’t waste time debating ‘should I or shouldn’t I?’ They just… do.

Rest.
Eat.
Move.
Feel.
All without apology — or a $97 wellness planner.

Here’s the plot twist Max keeps reminding me: your body still knows.

It’s been whispering the same things all along — but we’re too busy scheduling, doomscrolling, Googling, and second-guessing ourselves into a tizzy to hear it.

So this week, I’m taking notes from my roommate in a onesie.

Less rules, more instincts.
Less guilt, more joy.
Less grind, more naps (and fine, maybe a snack stolen off Max’s plate — strictly for research).

Because maybe wellness isn’t about being more disciplined.
Maybe it’s about keeping it simple.

Honestly, HR should be taking notes.

And I want to know: if you let yourself live with that kind of shameless joy this week, what would it look like, ?

Reply and share — I’d love to borrow a little wisdom from your world too.

Sent with snack dust and toddler giggles,

— Genta + Max 🩵

P.S. If there’s anything I’ve learned this week it’s that little ones don’t need a motivational podcast or a color-coded morning routine. Their wellness plan is simple… and honestly? That’s the whole damn blueprint. (It’s also exactly what we practice inside The Glow Wellness Club — come join us.)