Veronica London, July 12, 2025
Do you have trouble falling asleep even when you’re dead tired?
Do your hormones feel wrecked, and you’re told it’s “just stress”?
Have I got a story for you.
It all started with a couch.
In a haze of architecture grad school hustle and a new “hobby” of binging biohacking content around the clock, I had my moment of enlightenment.
Not the kind that befalls one sitting silently in starvation under a tree for weeks, but the kind that happens in a food coma on an old couch.
A lazy, overstuffed hulk of upholstery that had been with me since college - soft enough to nap on, lumpy enough to damage my spine. I sat there, post-dinner, absently watching a documentary about blue zones and how people in Sardinia live to be 157 simply by breathing different air and avoiding processed cheese.
I glanced down at my half-finished glass of filtered tap water and thought: Am I doing enough?
Seeing my reflection, it hit me: I LIVED inside my "house diet." 🏠
Not in the metaphoric, life-coach-with-too-many-scarves kind of way. Literally. Every veneered chair leg, every flickering bulb, every whiff of lemon-scented “cleaner” was an ingredient in the elaborate stew of Me.
Take the air, for example. I’d always assumed air was free and therefore, obviously, harmless. Like a public bench or a YouTube meditation guide. But apparently, my air was seasoned with flame retardants and off-gassed memories from the couch.
Then there was the lighting. I’d installed the cheapest LEDs available—bulbs that glared like they were angry at me for existing. In hindsight, they probably were. Blue-heavy and subtly judgmental, they sabotaged my melatonin like tiny fluorescent drill sergeants whispering “Should you really be relaxing right now?”
Water? Don’t get me started. My fancy stainless steel filter pitcher turned out to be the nutritional equivalent of drinking through a spaghetti strainer and hoping for the best. I was hydrating on a delicate cocktail of fluoride, chlorine, and the trace minerals of municipal indifference.
Something needed to change. So I set out on a self-education pilgrimage with my thesis and beyond. Before I knew it, I was deep in the trenches—side-eyeing my light bulbs, picking fights with showerheads, and trading in brunching with friends for research dates with PubMed.
Ready to join me? Switch to water that’s been filtered like it’s applying for a government job? And while we’re at it, upgrade your air, lighting, cookware, and storage too?
Come play in my sandbox because your kitchen shouldn't feel like a lab experiment you didn’t consent to.
At this point I've spent years researching it all, and consulting with luxury hospitalities execs on how to NOT poison their guests. I'm now inspired to bring this work to everyday families.
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🧾 What needs changing and why
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🍎 How each product supports your health
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Our family literally went from getting sick 4-5 times/year on average to maybe coming down with a mild cold once/year. Retuning our home made all the difference!
JEN P.
Mother of 2
Imagine the most thorough house cleaning you could ask for — but instead of just surface cleaning, you're upgrading the very foundations of your living environment.
LEILA S.
Lawyer, Mom
Changing lighting and EMF exposure in our bedrooms has made winding down at night and feeling more rested in the morning easier than I imagined.
CHANTALLE V.
Educator, Mom