Dear Ifeoma,

Take it Slow and Steady—
I'm aware you’ve found and understood healthy eating, intermittent fasting, taking long walks, sipping cucumber and carrot infused water—
And now you want your husband, your children and everyone in the family to join you now! now!! now!!!.

But pause, fierce queen—
breathe, let that fire refine.

Men don’t kneel to pressure…they rise for proof divine.
Kids mirror moves, not mandates you design—
So trade the bullhorn,
let your action speak.

Don’t bark at Papa Somto, “Ditch that soda, NOW—or ELSE!”
Don’t shame his snacks, slam doors, or guilt-tripped spells.
Truth stings loudest when served cold as stone—
Soft power shifts tides; harsh winds break homes.

So, glow and outshine doubts—
Let your skin bloom,
Preaching louder than lectures,
With your diet—not threats…
And watch their eyes widen as you eat.

Revamp that kitchen—sly swaps—
Enough of the sugar’s false grin.
You can't be correcting while there's still a cube of...(You know what I mean) in that cupboard.


Mix meals like magic—rich, bright, unswayed—
Not tasteless portions, that's joy stripped away.
Feast on progress, dance when small wins pop,
A week without soda? That's something to celebrate.

Just soon, he’ll whisper, “Teach me your ways…”
Even your kids’ll sneak carrots, ditch fries, and crave your gaze.
No fists, no fights—just the light they saw…
That’s how hearts shift when you rise the sun.

So be the proof, not the pressure,
Be the joy they crave, not the siren speech.
Lead not with “MUST!” but with “Come, see, taste…”
Lead not with “FALL IN LINE!” but “WATCH ME SOAR…”

That’s how health becomes home—not rush, not waste.
That’s how wellness becomes a lifestyle—not a war, not rage.