mindfulness

You've Had The Answers All Along My Dear

You've Had The Answers All Along My Dear

The desire to heal my relationship with food had me constantly trying to figure myself out. I was always the girl in the book store combing through the diet and self-help sections looking for the newest book that was finally going to fix me.

It took me a long time to understand that I was continuously shooting the arrow at the wrong target. I was always looking outside myself for a solution. Looking to the next diet plan. The next exercise program. A new and improved system that would make everything click.

And with time, I came to realize that I was constantly in a state of seeking something outside of me.

Reflections On A Day I Lost Control Over Food

Reflections On A Day I Lost Control Over Food

Was it really on my kid's leftover gingerbread house decor? Why yes, yes, indeed it was...

I had a flashback the other day of a time when I felt completely out of control around food. It came when I was putting away the gingerbread houses that my girls made this year.  

Here's a true story of what happened in regards to the aforementioned gingerbread houses.

 

The Power of Two Simple Questions

The Power of Two Simple Questions

It was one of those days. Hectic. Crazy. One where nothing went according to plan. At one point, I accidentally threw my keys into the trashcan outside of Walgreens. Don't even ask how that happened. You should have seen the expression on the guy's face at the register when I explained why I needed help taking the lid off the trashcan. "Well you see, I threw my keys away...".    

Learning to Lean into Intuitive Exercise

Learning to Lean into Intuitive Exercise

I just finished delivering my no accountability cycle ride last week so it seemed like an appropriate time to write about how I learned to lean into a more intuitive way of exercising. I am a fitness person. I always have been and I always will be. I remember falling in love with 'Get in Shape Girl' when I was 8. I loved everything about it: twirling the pink ribbon, the little dumbbells, the happy music. I would play the cassette tape and rock out in my pink leotard and matching leg warmers with pure joy.