If you would have told this precocious kid that she was going to be a meditation teacher when she grew up, she would have laughed in your face. She still thinks it's pretty hilarious that I'm a meditation teacher, but she lets me get away with it. As long as I let her play in the street now and then. I look to her when I need more fun in my life. She is damn good at having fun. While I no longer go for the drunken nights (and days!) that she so enjoyed, we find other ways to have a good time. She is also very creative, and can help when I feel blocked in that realm. You don't need to get rid of any part of yourself. Instead find ways to include the best parts of those selves into your life. Give them jobs that will make them happy, and support the direction you'd like to move in. It's all about integration. And tons of love. Also teach all your beautiful selves to meditate and wake up! I see you and I love you. •
You have 3 chances to meditate with me next week in LA! Thursday at 12:30 I'll be teaching a self-love meditation class at the brand new @ollo_collective in South Pas. Then again at Ollo, I'll be teaching a workshop for awakening the emotional body on Saturday 2/23 at 7pm. Then on Sunday I'll be back to teaching Mindful Awakening in Highland Park. I live stream the Sunday class on Facebook too! Get info on all this at the link in my bio "LA Events and Classes."
Photo by one of the first photographers I ever worked with @necanthrope.
I actually took the time to prep a meal and it really hit the spot😍 If I could, I would definitely be having baked tofu every single day but it takes forever to cook(and I’m probably lazy😂) The deets👇👇
~red quinoa ~mixed veg
Currently binge watching movies on this fine Saturday- right now I’m watching E.T for like the 100th time😂 Because of school, I feel like I always want to do absolutely nothing during the weekend to catch up on sleep and to almost “refuel” my brain🧐 anyone else?
Have a great weekend guys!
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If a meal plan told me “no carbs”- I would kindly tell it “no fckin thanks”
My relationship with food has always been rocky. I would teeter between bingeing and starving, too much cardio to none at all, fad diet to fad diet. I wanted to throat punch anyone that said “it’s all about balance, babe!” because stress eating destroyed any such thing.
I craved an easy, sustainable meal plan, but the Internet is quick to overwhelm us. We have a world of information in our hands- but it can be impossible to distinguish the good from the bad (and the ugly).
Ages 14-25 were a rollercoaster emotional eating nightmare. It wasn’t until I started coaching last year that it all clicked. I found it all in one place. Easy, scientific, sustainable meal plans. Workouts that can be done anywhere. A community of badasses cheering each other on daily. A business model that’s changing my life and mindset. It all seems so obvious now... but it took years to find it.
No carbs? No flexibility? No sustainability? No community? Stop telling yourself no. Have your croissants... and eat them, too 😉 .
Oh hay- did I mention I wanna do this with you? Yeah. Let’s freakin go.
On my way home! I was so grateful to have a surprise visit from my brother and sister in law while in the hospital recovering from my 2 surgeries .. I got lucky when they misconnected on their way to Tahiti/NZ to see my Niece as she begins her final college semester DownUnder. I can’t thank my Family and friends and everyone enough, that has shown me such love and support through the last 16 months of this Breast Cancer/Brca1 gene mutation journey. I will have a handful of infusions left and some fat grafting but am basically finished with all treatments and can move on with my Beautiful Life. I cannot work out for 8-10 weeks or drive for 2 weeks.. and there’s more but I am so thankful for all of the incredible care here at UCLA. My surgeons Drs DaLio& Memarzadeh and the anesthesia team +nurses gave me their very best with superb expertise and empathy every step of the way. My heart is overflowing with gratitude for them and that all the tests have come back negative for any microscopic cancer cell. Now it’s all about my Comeback!!! I’ll continue to lay low and accept all the love and help my way the next 2-3 months .. even as the Parent group that I helped organize in my Community has blown me away by coming together to bring our family meals, help with PlayDates for Kai while I rest and even cleaning my house since I can’t. I am so humbled and deeply touched by the compassion and empathy of so many, far and wide. Thank You for all of your donations to my GoFundMe that has made a huge difference in filling in the gap since Keven has been trying to rebuild his income after being laid off .. We are stronger than ever as a Family and can’t wait to pay it all forward as we are able.
Here’s to Life and Living it Fully!
| 17 days postpartum | while I still feel a ways away from “myself” (moving and feeling how I’m used to) I’m so glad to be where I am. Healing well and snuggling this miracle babe & her brother all day.
I won’t be cleared for workouts for another week or so but I’ve been walking on the treadmill for the last 5 days and that movement has felt soooo good. I’m not one to sit still much and moving my body drastically improves my mood and helps my anxiety. But I will say, I’m over the treadmill 🙈😂 I have no idea how people spend 40-60 min on cardio machines on the regular. No thank you! It takes me an hour to burn what my 20-30 min workouts burn. T- 9 days until I can return to them 🙌🏽
To that little girl I once was. I promised you I’d make it through. When you would lay there lifeless and scared, I’d take you to that place. That place where you’d dream of feeling safe and content. Where you were loved by a family and had your own family. That dream I used to take you to is now your reality. The pain you once felt has emptied away. You’re a wife, a mummy and finally at peace. To that little girl I once was. I kept my promise. #childhoodtrauma#survivor#recovery#perinatalmentalhealth#complexptsd#mummyblogger#mummybloggersuk#promise
February 7, 2018 —-> February 16, 2019
You often don’t know the significance of a day while you’re living it. Today I was shown that as I found myself hiking the same trail I first did about a year ago.
That day was the beginning of me taking back my power but I didn’t realize it at the time. I remember the moment so vividly. I was so proud for making it to the top, text my ex (we were together at the time) and when I received his reply all the good feelings disappeared. Instead the positive feelings were replaced by guilt. Guilt that I had done something amazing for myself and hadn’t included him.
That moment was eye opening. I knew I didn’t like how I felt and I brought it up to him. Of course he attempted to show me how he was right and I shouldn’t be upset about it.
That day was a turning point. That was the day that he realized he was losing control of me. That was the day I began to see that I was not giving myself enough credit. That was the day the final battle for control on my life began. Spoiler alert: I won!
I sat at the top for 20 minutes today just reflecting on the past year. Same trail. New me. New life.
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Buenas tardes chiquis. Hoy queria recomendarles estas galletas de Cachafaz que seguro ya conocen. Mas cookids. Como siempre digo cachafaz hace todo bien y estas galletas no iban a ser menls ahr tienen un re gusto a cookies pero onda sanas. Vienen de vainillas que son las de la foto, de cacao, y de avena y miel. Las únicas que no probé son las de cacao. Pero las otras son una bomba, se las super recomiendo.
Mi merienda fue:
💟Matecocido con leche de soja
💟3 galletas Cookids
💟Kiwi con miel y ositos de frutillas
History has been made - after years of waiting Sophy finally got her orkambi yesterday & we now begin her new journey in life.
It was a huge day emotionally, yes I cried just to see the box!
This miracle drug is a serious life changer - it’s the closest my daughter & many others will ever get to a cure.
With the insanely steep price of nearly $300k a year making it one of the most expensive drugs in Australia & USA it’ll bring relief & major improvements adding so many more years to her life while living a fairly normal life, what more could a mum ask for?!?😭 Its the only medicine available that treats CF on a cellular level. CF is a genetic disease caused by a mutant CFTR that doesn’t stay open to allow chloride to pass.
ORKAMBI opens this channel allowing the chloride to move through. The transport of that chloride helps control the movement of water in tissues which is necessary for thin, free flowing mucous, so yes orkambi is going to treat the major symptoms of Sophy’s CF. 🌹Here’s to the future my beautiful brave girl!🌹
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Always 🌟 No matter what your demons try to make you believe. You are, always were and always will be enough.
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For as long as I can remember I’ve never loved the fast, power yoga classes and I’ve just realized why: I haven’t had any routine or stability, since graduating college in 2000. Every aspect of my life has been in flux and uncertainty: from health/cancer recovery, to physically moving all over the country, with lots of travel in between, to changing jobs and building businesses, to mental instability as I’ve recovered from depression, menopause at 25, and PTSD. With so many unstable events, 24-7, my threshold is at its edge, often. So, a tough, power Vinyasa yoga class or Buti class would send me over the edge, breaking me, when I’ve so often, in my normal life, felt broken. I’ve needed the therapeutic, slower, still strong, but much more self directed practices because my life has felt so out of control. I’ve needed the reminder that I am in charge of and have control over my life, when things around me have said otherwise, I’ve needed to drop inside and find sanctuary within with a gentle guide/teacher encouraging me that I make good decisions and am doing the best I can, given the situations and circumstances in which I find myself. A fast, power, or Buti class wouldn’t allow for that... I’ve also not found many people that can hold the space for the depth of pain and challenge I’ve experienced, so I’ve had to create it myself... and so, that’s what I offer as well. .
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Playing around with colours and textures in the sun, embracing my f l o w state as I welcome two weeks break from my studies.
What do you do to get into that glorious state of f l o w?
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Just a throwback photo since my head looks like a swollen chipmunk 😫😑..
Day 2 of recovering is awful.. even more swellings & pain plus starvation at the highest 🤢😓.. cannot wait till this is over with and when I can eat again!! ❤️
Happy Saturday my friends, I hope you have a wonderful weekend 💗 i just wanted to thank You for the last weeks Support 🥰 .
It is amazing how Instagram turned from being a platform where I had to present myself and make everything look perfect into a social tool which allows me to connect with awesome people all over the country🙏🏻🌌. It is so interesting to get to know some of you and just connect 💖
Honestly, SOCIAL media couldn’t be more satisfying 😏 it is not about showing up or giving an impression… It is about receiving and getting an impression 😇 and I just wanted to thank you for that
Merci ♥️ #youweremyvalentine
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The best moment after training 🍹
💥shake it and drink it💥⤵️ #recovery .
Creamy Protein 80 @namedsport - jest to mieszanka 5 naturalnych białek o różnym stopniu wchłaniania. #CreamyProtein80 pomaga w utrzymaniu masy mięśniowej, również przyczynia się do jej wzrostu. Jest idealną opcją na zaspokojenie naszego zapotrzebowania na białko przed lub po treningu. Dodatkowo bogaty w aminokwasy o rozgałęzionych łańcuchach pomaga zapobiegać katabolizmowi mięśniowemu. Dzięki naturalnemu słodzikowi (stawi), może być stosowany w każdej diecie niskokalorycznej.
A przede wszystkim wyróżnia się idealnie kremową konsystencją, która zdecydowanie podbija jego smak😍
Creamy Protein 80 jest dostępny w 5 smakach, jednak to 🍫 skradła moje serce ❤️
3 months in rehab. 4 days spent with friends. Undoubtedly the best decision of my life. Heading back to the UK with a new head on my shoulders and the most grateful perspective on life. Going to miss the people I’ve met and the friendships I’ve made but ultimately the lessons I’ve learnt have made me richer and wiser than I’ve ever been.
We all spend so much time criticising ourselves for what we look like. Longing to be those ‘insta models’ or those ‘insta couples’...but have you ever questioned whether those things actually go anything other than skin deep??? You’re beautiful as you are without the makeup and without the filters; those all mean nothing. I’ve been working on my head and my heart which will carry me through life so much stronger and doesn’t have an expiry date ❤️
The morning after my last drink brought with it both a mammoth sized hangover, and an impossible to ignore, starving sensation of wanting.
I had relapsed from my first, short-lived attempt at sobriety, and I was waking (dead for the most part) after an 8 month bender that could put Betty Ford to shame.
I wanted to never feel that awful again. I wanted to stop having to beat myself up every morning over my weakness the night before. I wanted to stop once and for all the lying about how I "wasn't ever going to drink again." I wanted to be in control of my actions and my decisions, for a change. I wanted off the ride that was only making me sick, over and over – and over – again. I wanted all the losses and hurts to stop. I wanted everything to cease being so hard, because I was always so drunk. I wanted to stop wanting all of this.
Every. Damn. Morning.
I had finally reached the decisive tipping point of * wanting freedom more than I was willing to deal with the suffering that came with addiction. * I was finally willing to do the hard work (whatever that was, because at this point I wasn't too sure) – and change.
No matter what it involved. No matter how uncomfortable. If I didn't change, I was going to either have a stroke, have an accident, or take my own life – physically or figuratively. I was 8 months into my relapse, and life was again starting to feel like I was racing full speed ahead towards a busy intersection and not sure if I wanted to slam on the brakes, or just fly headlong into and under the transport trucks in my path.
And yet, every time, I'd hit the brakes just in time.
I'd hit the brakes because somewhere, something inside me, however small, was still conscious and beating hard enough to know that I didn't really want to die.
All I really wanted, was to change.
From "This Time Around" on the blog at LifeInDetox.com (link to post is in my bio!) 🙏🚫🍷