Christian Van Camp

Christmas dinner is just a social experiment: how many inflammatory foods can one table hold before someone starts talking politics, vaccines, or why you “look healthier but weird.” Pass the gravy. And the deep breathing through it all.

All I want for Christmas is sunlight, no more chemtrails, good sleep, a calm nervous system, and the ability to eat a cookie without spiraling into a health identity crisis. Wish you a merry Christmas. Hydrate with minerals, be a silly goose, and touch grass tomorrow.

The holidays are wild. People will spend three months stressed, broke, under-slept, and overstimulated… just to give each other plastic objects that end up in a drawer by New Year’s. But yeah, I’m the crazy one.

Not enough “biOhAcKeRs” & health influencers talk about “Boredom-Maxxing” and doing absolutely nothing. Sitting there. Standing there. Eyes closed. Eyes open. No doing. Just being. HUGE reset on motivation, energy levels, mood, contentment, and overall way of life. Do no thing