Finding your tribe

I’ve been lucky enough to find the most amazing naturopath in my area, i think of her as an earth mother that has been on this planet before. Understanding, inspiring and heck she just gets it. One thing she said to me in a consultation was along the lines of “we all need to find our tribe”

Now that really got my brain going, tribe is such a spiritual way of describing friendship/family and belonging. It made me think about how lucky i am with the tribe that i’ve got. It may be scattered all over australia and the world, but shit i really think I’m the luckiest gal on the planet. Having a tribe means good health. Friends and family that lift you and encourage, not belittle or be jealous of who you are and what you’ve got or haven’t got, to me that equates to healthy living. I’ve learnt as i’ve got older to only surround myself with people that are positive, enjoy life, love adventure and won’t settle for second best. I love meeting new people and sharing the stories of my beautiful friends, that are talented musicians, own cafes, help plan the beautiful cities we live in, travel the world chasing their dreams,jewellery makers, sculptors, writers, bakers, baristas, health professionals and i could go on forever. My friends are my chosen family who have seen me at my best and embraced me in my worst. Im lucky to say the that besties i have, have been exactly that for years. And i guess that now makes me fussy about who I’m letting into my tribe, i’ve learnt that having common interests ain’t enough, it needs to be on a spiritual level, that connection of holding eye contact and feeling energy zoom between two souls. Eep! its so exciting. But also can be sad, that moment where i guess theres almost an air of desperation for people to get along, to “hit it off” especially as you get older, but you know what I’m embracing the fact that i won’t settle for sub-par friendships. I’ve been lucky enough to bond with a few beautiful humans in Torquay, and also i guess rub a couple of people the wrong way, but i’ll never apologise for who i am as person. Because you know what? I fucking love who i’ve become as an adult, i feel strong, i know I’m borderline crazy, and adventurous and not scared to ruffle feathers. I call that living passionately! Question what people have to say, fight for what you believe in, never roll over because its easy. There should be sparks in our eyes, fire in our belly and a smile so big on your face, that people wonder what the fuck you’ve been up too!

Just a quick little rant

I just finished reading a go to “paleo” blog. This blog has over 10K followers on instagram, gives out health advice willy nilly (but with a disclaimer off course) and fucking contradicts itself over and over. One blog post i read was about basically shoving paleo down your friends throats, and how they gave a friend advice on our they DON”T NEED TO TAKE PROBIOTICS EVERYDAY and that kefir would fix them up. Hey dumbfuck lemme tell ya, my diet shits all over most humans, but I MOTHER FUCKING NEED TO HAVE PROBIOTICS TO FIX MY SHIT UP! How can an “expert” with no qualifications think thats acceptable??? quote from blog

“Recently I caught myself telling a friend that taking a capsule of pro-biotics daily was plain useless, why didn’t she just make her own kefir instead? I even threw in a suggestion about making kefir-smoothies part of her daily breakfasts…! Yeah, I know. Ridiculously Paleo Police-ish, right? Sometimes it’s best to live by example. Anyone who is ready for your advice will ask for it in their own time. Meanwhile, keep your Paleo Police-badge nice and shiny, you never know when it might come in handy next… ”

I can tell ya that my probiotics I’m taking aren’t plan “useless”. I mean are you a naturopath? A qualified health professional with years of experience? Just because you have podcasts and have read Marks Daily Apple does not mean you’re up for giving out “advice” this has really rattle my chain. On this same blog theres an article shaming paleofied desserts (which i agree with 100%) treats should be exactly that. A TREAT! a once a fortnight, or when you’re dying with PMS, not everyday just because its “healthy” cause ya know what? IT AINT! its still full of sugar and will spike the crap out of your insulin. But back to the original moan… 5 or 6 blogs down was a recipe for sponge cake. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?? Dear annoying blog what are you? I know we all evolve and learn about healthy food but to contradict yourself in a matter of months, i just don’t get it. Heres an idea, fight your own battle, share your experiences with people that want to hear it, but if you don’t have the qualifications dont dish out detrimental health advice. No two cases are the same, do you know a persons genetic makeup? previous health (both physical and mental) in their lifetime? Know their allergies? Know what exercise is best for their build up, just because you can’t digest rice doesn’t mean its evil for the whole population. get where I’m coming from?? So if theres not an MD MAHS etc etc after your name, remember that “advice” is more an opinion.

How my body has changed in 12 weeks


IMG_7301.JPGI can’t get over how much my body has changed in 12 weeks. The picture on the left is the  biggest i’ve ever been in my life i think, well at the least the most boated. I look at that picture and all i see is obesity, sadness and inflammation. The picture on the right, reminds me off hope and happiness and a bright healthy future. I’ll be honest the weight loss is awesome, but its actually the way i feel that outweighs the weight loss. Having energy again, and rebuilding my confidence is amazing. Its going to be a long fucking road, but hey i’m gonna embrace every moment, and enjoy new adventures like swimming by myself in the ocean (did that for the first time today). Its so weird, but Josh and i have been swimming in the ocean 2-3 times a week even in winter. The water is lip tremoring cold in winter, but the scariest thing about doing it, was being overweight and walking into the water feeling exposed in just bathers, and now i can walk with my head a bit higher. With the healthy changes, i find that my posture has changed, not sure if thats from inflammation  disappearing or confidence surging out of me. Either way I’m fucking loving it. Im trying not to think of my body being broken, but more so on a super duper new adventure of healthy fats and telling sugar to shove off. Who knows what my body will transform into over the next 6 months, but i can’t wait to see how shiny i become.

Where to start…

AUGUST 22 2014, now thats a date thats going to stick in my head for a very long time… And the reason for that is, that was the day my life changed… FOR THE BETTER! I know that opening sentence sounds very dramatic, and for about a month, i felt like my life had been turned upside down, twisted sideways then shat on by a monkey! That was the day i found out all my fucking allergies. NO EGG, NO GRAINS, NO ROSEMARY,NO MILK, NO SOY, NO ONIONS, NO GARLIC AND NO SUGAR! That was the day i also decided to give up smoking. I’d never been a hard core smoker, could go days if not weeks without smoking, but that was the day that enough was enough. Finding out i couldn’t eat eggs is every Paleo eaters worst nightmare, the grains, well that easy, soy mmm kinda ok (no wonder my face was so fucking swollen whilst i was in Japan) no onions and garlic was to be avoided for only 2 months, so I’m back on that band wagon. Now sugar…

The allergy test came back that i also had candida. So the first thing to go is sugar. Candida thrives on that shit, to the point where cravings are out of control to fuel the yeast growth in your stomach. So i started a full on candida elimination diet, just veges, meat, and limiting my carbs to under 10-15gms a day. Basically a ketogenic diet. It took willpower to a whole new level. My body was in turmoil, stomach cramps, mood swings, nausea, almost fluro green poos, hot flushes, feeling dehydrated no matter how much water i drank. Its been a long hard road, i actually found the first 28 days really easy to stick to the diet, and now i treat myself every now and again (and that is the occasional raw treat, very occasional! A glass of wine here or there, Or some gluten free toast) And even those better option treats make me feel like shit. In 3 months, my body has run a roller coaster, but i’ve kinda enjoyed it. I know that sounds weird, but i never really knew how broken i really was, until i’ve started to feel so alive again! It was similar to the feeling of when i first started eating “paleo” 3 years ago. But now i’ve learnt a butt load more about health, and when and how you should eat (paleohacked i guess) and also its not just diet, but also environment that makes a huge difference in health. So even tho i thought eating simple paleo was good for me, it just wasn’t enough. I could never figure out why i couldn’t loose weight, i’d lost 5-8kgs from eating simple paleo, but it kept fluctuating. It wasn’t until we moved to the beach, did we really concentrate on our surroundings. Small things like, getting rid of wifi in the house, using flux on the computers, wearing blue blocker glasses at night, drinking and cooking with only pure filtered water, swimming in the ocean at least 3-4 times a week (CT), fun exercise only once or twice a week, making sure i get at least 8hrs sleep a night, cell phone set to flight mode at bedtime, eating a fuckload of seafood (especially oysters). Teamed up with my candida diet, I’m fucking flourishing! I feel amazing again, i know i still have a wee bit to go, i reckon it’ll be another 9 months of being dedicated to my health and environment.

Im lucky enough to be married to a legend, whose knowledge blows my mind on a daily basis, i couldn’t have down it without him and also my amazing naturopath Anita. They’re a duo that are fighting the good cause of me being healthy!!

So my goal now is to keep this blog up. Get my creative juices flowing again, and bore the crap outta the 5 people that read my shit!