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!

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!

And im back!

 

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Its been yonks since i’ve had the time to sit down and write/type, and a shit load has happened since my last post! Josh and i have relocated towns. Moved from Bendigo in country Victoria to Torquay for seaside living. To a lot of people this came as a shock and a rushed decision, but to us this had been in the pipeworks for ages, maybe even years. As a kiwi that grew up around water, i found living in Bendigo hard. I love the slow paced lifestyle, being able to get to work within ten minutes, but what i struggled with was my energy levels felt stagnant from lack of moving water and ocean. So no matter how healthy my diet was i still felt meh. And when we had a killer heat wave early this year, that was the nail in the coffin, there was no where to cool off, im the kind of chick that only likes moving water, so the idea of going to a dam or lake grosses me out. Im not bashing Bendigo, but its just not the right town for me. Josh still commutes to Bendigo for work in the clinic he’s spent years setting up. So it’ll always be part of our lives, and he’ll continue to make a difference in peoples lives through health.

 

Now new beginings in Torquay! Where do i even start! Apart from battling a kick arse flu at the moment, my energy levels have soared since moving down to the coast. And in the last 3 weeks, i haven’t craved sugar or carbs at all. Been craving foods like sardines, and calamari, which is nothing to complain about!! We’ve upped our seafood intake dramatically, and i feel amazing. A few months back i discovered that red meat is not my best mate, so my diet was pretty boring eating a lot of chicken, and a little bit of fresh seafood. But down here it’s easier to get kai moana (seafood), there’s a wholesale fish supplier only a ten minute drive from our house, where we’ve frequented often! Grabbing kilos of port arlington muscles, coffin bay oysters, calamari and snapper (schnapper!!). I’ve tried to get to the ocean everyday to stand in the water and re-charge, the walks along the beach are soul warming and energising! Our dogs Molly and Remington have never been happier, Molly is so happy she starts to froth at the mouth after 5 mins at the beach (we never have normal animals!) The best thing i’ve learnt from moving here is to relax, and not feel like i have to go a million miles per hour, or feel guilty there’s washing or house work to do. Fuck that. I’ve also bought tracksuit pants, now thats HUGE for me. As a wannabe 50s pinup girl the idea of tracksuit pants grossed me out, but now i understand the love of them, sooooo comfy!! Purely for beach walks of course!! If i start wearing them with UGGs in public someone needs to sit me down and give me a stern talking too! But all in all moving here has been the best decision Josh and i have made.

So i guess i’ll be frequenting the blog more often, as ive been spending a buttload of time in the kitchen whipping up treats and delighful meals. And there’ll probably be a stack of beach view photos!