And I quote: “We’re mental so you don’t have to be”
Do you have children? Because I don’t. I know, it’s such a tragic loss to society that I haven’t bred yet. Anyway, it seems there’s a helluva lot of people out there in the real world that do have actual children. And they want to help their kids eat more healthy. And they don’t know how the hell to do that. And so they’re coming to me. And I’m all like, ‘hey, I don’t even have kids‘ and that’s like, the lamest reason ever to not be able to help these parents.
And so I turn to you.« Continue »
I know what you’re thinking… Actually, I don’t. I have a horrible feeling you think this post is about being intimate with a tub of guacamole and some flax crackers. It isn’t. That’s for another time.
Remember I wrote this post about honouring the part of you that wants to succumb to the thing you’re telling yourself you can’t have? Well, what if you’d really rather not go there but you think you might? How do you negate or minimise the resulting stress on body and mind?« Continue »
Whatever is going on in your life, however you’re feeling, would you like to be happier than you are now?
What if I told you that you were already truly happy? That all your problems, all your heartache, everything that has ever bothered you, were illusions that you could choose to eliminate from your life and that if you did, you’d discover that underneath it all, your true nature is blissful?« Continue »
You know when you’re on a detox and you get that, ‘Oh, I can’t have that‘ mentality about something you’re desiring?
You know, the voice in your head that says you can’t have it…you’re not allowed it…that’s ‘bad‘… The voice that actually just makes you want the fucking thing even more? Probably more than if you weren’t actively trying to avoid it? It’s a bit like fancying married men. Kind of. Ok, poor analogy. Don’t judge… Or send hate mail.
I’d never heard of it before. I didn’t know anyone else doing it. I couldn’t find anyone else in my own damn country doing it.
I didn’t know that you made smoothies in a blender, I made mine in the food processor. Awkward.
I didn’t like celery. I didn’t know how to pronounce Quinoa. I didn’t know anything about healthy eating.
My parents thought I’d lost the plot.
My partner knew I had.
My friends were a mixture of dumbfounded and supportive.
My weekly shopping budget went up.
My fridge seemed to get smaller.
My relationship fell apart.
So yeah, I need a detox.
I need more than just a physical detox. I need a full on, heavy duty, what the actual fuck?, all over, fever pitch, kick ass, body, mind, soul, spirit, chakra-shaking, sort me the fuck out, DETOX!
Why do I feel as though I need this?
If you recall, yesterday the lovely Brian wrote a fabby guest blog about what lies behind emotional and mental cravings. That was part 1, today is part 2, giving you some juicy infoid on things you can do to deal with those cravings
As I said earlier I help people make good choices all the time and I say the same thing to everyone who has a decision to make, no matter how big or life changing; if this is the totally right choice for you, if you’ve explored it, you know that this is what you want to do and you know it will get you what you want then I say make the decision. Don’t play at it, don’t pretend, stop cocking about and do it 100%.« Continue »
Oh man, you guys are gonna love this! Before we begin, let me say that I know that we can all experience cravings which are purely physical in nature and our body’s innate wisdom is to be trusted. This post however, is about EMOTIONAL and MENTAL cravings. You know, when you just gotta have that bag of crisps or bucket of biscuits? Let’s start with a bit of background…
Back in the early days of my transition to a raw food lifestyle, I found myself having some pretty intense cravings for the ‘bad’ stuff. It made no sense in my head. I knew all the raw she-bang. I knew these foods were not serving me, but yet I felt I had to have them. It was making me miserable. No matter how much raw I ate I still felt drawn to the chips, the biscuits, the ice cream! That’s when I went to see a jolly amazing man called Brian. « Continue »