Happy February! January flew by, and it has me reflecting on the current state of New Year's resolutions and intentions. I had th
is pop up on my newsfeed today:
"I decided my 2016 starts again on February 1st... this was a trial month."
I thought it was pretty cute, and it triggered a trail of thoughts for me. Of course, we must end the continuous cycle of starting a new habit, falling off the horse, feeling bad, getting back on, falling off, silently yelling expletives at ourselves, getting back on, etc. However, the quote inspired something different in me.
In health and in life, I think it is important to constantly be making micro-adjustments. For example, your 2016 resolution/intention. What went well this past month? What didn't? How can you make a tiny modification to improve the desired result, without derailing or setting lofty, unrealistic goals. I use this philosophy with my clients a lot. We make small changes towards the desired goal, and then continue to re-evaluate wit...
I have been thinking a lot about dreaming recently.
2015 was hard. It broke me down, swept the earth away from my feet, and asked,"What do you desire? What will you build?"
Since then, I have been dreaming. What do I want to build? What do I want this life to look like? How do I want to feel?
Peter and I went up to the mountains last weekend for some skiing and time away from the city. Being out in the crisp mountain air and feeling my skis float on top of the fresh snow always centers me and brings me back to what is important.
The mountains are important to me. Specifically the Rockies! I dream of splitting my time between Seattle and Aspen. When I first realized that, it made me giddy with joy. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I've noticed that whenever I'm onto something good, something I'm meant for and that aligns me with my highest good, I feel those jitters. That childlike joy. When I feel them, I follow them diligently.
We are taught not to dream. That what we have is...
Back in May, I was diagnosed with the early stages of Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis, which is
when your immune system begins attacking (and eventually destroying) the thyroid.
I was devastated. And embarrassed. How could someone as healthy as me have this disease? And especially as a health practitioner— what were people going to say?
I went into a tail spin. I cried, I sulked for days. And then, I hit action mode. I read every book, listened to every lecture, scoured the internet for every bit of information on Hashimoto’s and autoimmune disease I could find. I was determined to reverse it (in hind sight, an enormous ambition to have) and rigorously studied the cases I came across where women had successfully done so.
At the recommendation of my naturopath, I underwent a serious elimination diet to heal my gut, which can often be linked to the onset of Hashimoto’s. I jumped into it with much vigor and enthusiasm, on a determined mission to save my beloved body.
As a recovering perfectionist, I understand the brutal punishment and self-loathing that occurs when falling off any particular wagon. Maybe it is eating healthy, working out regularly, or keeping your home tidy, but whichever wagon the fall is from, we often beat ourselves up in an effort to avoid it happening again.
I’ve been there. About a million times. And over the years, I have learned that this scolding routine does absolutely nothing for the cause. It is with good intention, to implement a habit that brings pleasure to my life, but the action is useless.
During a lovely vacation in Colorado last month, I fell away from my morning writing practice. This vacation wasn’t the MOST relaxing due to a little too much fun with friends and family, and in order to make more room for rest, the first thing to go was writing. And that is fine, sleep is important! However, after returning home, I didn't write that week, during which I noticed increased irritability, decreased sleep, and an...
When I wrote my post on bone broth, I had a feeling I was going to start eating meat soon. I had been trying to figure out how to heal my body without eating land animals, and I knew I was striking out.
So… I tried it. I ate meat. If you have watched this episode of Portlandia, that is EXACTLY what I did to the poor guy at the Whole Foods meat counter.
“Can I please having your most organic, smallest farm, local, happiest chicken?” True story.
When I took my first bite that evening, I wasn't expecting to start levitating, for rainbows to start shooting out of my head, and to feel completely healed, but I thought my body would give me a small signal of “mmm… yes. Thank you. We needed that. Keep it coming.” So, I waited. I became quiet, observing my body’s response. Nothing. Within 20 minutes, I felt heavy, exhausted, and had a stomach ache.
I tried a couple more times after that, each time with the same response. To drive the experience home, I came upon a video that brought me to t...
I’ve always been a fairly enthusiastic (understatement?) and glass-half-full kind of gal. I don’t know if I was born that way, or if my parents were just that talented, but it’s my nature. Before moving to Seattle, I joked that the hipsters were going to HATE me once I started asking how their day is going and blasting them with, as my friend Lois calls them, love beams. I know. I’m ridiculous. And probably overwhelming, not just for hipsters.
But sometimes, when some part of life is feeling heavy, I can move away from that nature. Negativity and gloom can take over and cover up my “puppies and rainbows,” or buddha-nature. In Buddhism, it is believed that we are all innately perfect, that we are buddhas, enlightened beings, pure love, and that our inherit nature is covered up by fear, insecurity, and limiting thoughts of ourselves and others. The Buddhist path is to develop a practice to slowly remove those obscurations to let our inner light shine through, and to help others do the s...
The other day at the park, I noticed a few beautiful women walking together during the stunning sunset we had. I smiled at them, and then watched as they turned to yell to a friend who was further away from them. They turned back to each other, and one nastily says, "she is so fat. She literally never stops eating."
My heart sank. On this beautiful day on the beach, with so many friends and families gathered to enjoy the water and each other's company, and I experienced this darkness.
I wanted to go to their friend, who was gorgeous by the way, and tell her she needed some new friends because hers suck.
I think this was the reason I didn’t make female friends for a long time. I felt more comfortable and safe around the relaxed, noncompetitive (towards me anyways!) nature of men. At one point, I felt I didn’t need female friendships! I thought I was just different.
I’m not. After my path towards healing brought me more in tune with (and moderately obsessed with) my femininity and less...
Yikes. I cringe at that title. Alas, I am a vegetarian, and I drink bone broth.
I have gone back and forth with my vegetarianism (and at times veganism) for over a decade. It began for health reasons, then environmental, and mixed throughout was animal rights concern.
After doing so much research and experimentation with my own body, I do feel that animal products have a (limited) place in the diet for many people, and choosing humanely raised, sustainable meat is a huge improvement vs. the environment-destroying factory farming of today.
What I have been left with is my love for animals. All of them. Especially baby ones, and sea otters, cows, possibly anything with a heart beat. I love them. I used to ignore where the filet sitting on my plate came from, and one day I had a moment of clarity.
I was driving in Colorado, and we approached a herd of cows in the street. It was common for the cows to be moved from one ranch to another, and that created a pretty fun spectacle to see d...
The movement away from preservative-laden ‘food-like substances’ and towards real, whole foods is alive and strong, and so many Americans are changing their lives and their health with the transition. While diet is a crucial first step towards bettering health, another concern that is not as frequently discussed is our use of cosmetics.
Question: What is more dangerous: consuming a toxin or being exposed via the skin?
When we eat a toxin, our body goes into overtime to filter it out as quickly as possible. When a toxin is absorbed into the skin, there is a high risk of that toxin penetrating the layers of the skin and entering the blood stream, where it can do plenty of damage before being filtered out.
35% of commonly used products contain carcinogenic chemicals
45% of products contain ingredients that cause reproductive/developmental toxicity.
60% of products on the market have estrogenic chemicals— synthetic chemicals that mimic estrogen.