Oh how I love thee, let me count the ways. I love you for the awareness you bring to my mind, the movement you bring to my heart and the tears that you can bring to my eyes. On my worst of days, you are there. On my best of days, you are there. There is no escaping you, as you are always by my side.
Imagine if we took our emotions and thanked them on the daily rather than trying to run and hide from them? Or better yet, then being angry with them and having some really bad things to say about them. Have you ever noticed when you sit and focus on something, that is all that you see? So in the midst of anxiety, when we sit and just focus on the out of control feeling, what happens? Our heart races more and panic continues to ensue. We immediately go into this fight or flight mode and our body releases cortisol. What would happen if we took our emotional hat off for a moment. Think of Joy or Sadness from the movie “Inside Out”, what if we took these players and set them on the sidelines while we allowed our rational mind to set in for a moment. What would our anxiety, anger, sadness, frustration look like then? What if we took their names off their jerseys while we were at it. And instead looked at them for what they were. A player in the game that can be sidelined at any moment.
I am only a month (or so) behind on sharing this, but I am so excited to finally bring it to you guys! I have made it more than once so I have options to share and which way I prefer. My Type A won't let me share until I have "perfected" it. Yes, I am working on that lol! Here is my favorite way, with options! Make it to your own liking and let me know what you think.
I have been feeling the need to share about this for quite some time, I just haven’t been committed to sharing it until today. Maybe it’s because it took me a while to feel comfortable talking about it without it reminding me of the trauma I went through. Enough time has passed in order for me to be able to look back on it and see how I can help others. I’m no longer coming from a place of pain, fear or “what the hell is happening”. I am ready to share my experience with my Histamine Intolerance (referred to as HIT). Not only because I feel called to, but because I have ran into too many people recently who are brand new diagnosed or have finally figured out what has been going on with them. Here is my story.....
For the longest time I would buy store bought milks, and mainly almond. Because we didn't care for them all that much, they would go to waste and just get tossed. I never cared for all the additives that are in them, not to mention the issue with using almonds that are gassed with PPO (propylene oxide) rather than steam pasteurized. I would make my own almond milk from time to time, but that too had too much of a nutty flavor for me. So I finally gave in and made my own cashew milk. I took it a step further and made chocolate too. Story over....recipe and sharing is not however!
What on earth does this mean? Let me first explain how this quote even came about….
I woke up early on a Sunday morning as I always do before I teach my 8 AM yoga class, and decided to sit at my computer looking up some inspiration for my reading for class. I don’t always do this, I normally write my grocery list and prepare my flow, but on this day, I was meant to read these words below and this piece of peace was delivered to me.
Who misses cheesecake?? I did, for along time, and finally gave in and found a recipe that I absolutely love! Best part is, it only has 10 ingredients and is SUPER simple to make. The Minimalist Baker does exactly that, bakes using minimal ingredients. I've made it 4 or 5 times now and fall even more in love with it each time. I've also found my parts of the recipe that I am going to stick with each time I make it, I'm going to share those with you today. All raw, all organic and all the flavor!
As far back as I can remember, I always felt bad. But I didn’t recognize how bad I felt until I finally felt good! I thought that it was normal to live in an existence where pain, bloating, aches (headaches/stomach) were normal. What finally happened to make me realize I was unhealthy? Taking my then 12 month old daughter (picture above is from her first birthday party) to a Naturopath because western medicine wasn’t offering me anything besides cortisone for her eczema. I’ll get into details, but it began a while back…..
It's been years since I had sour cream, probably close to 2 1/2, so when I decided to make my own, I almost fell over with joy! I was inspired by my dear friend Jamie, I was at her house one day to do some work on our joint business venture and she busted out the sour cream and ranch dip....with ruffled potato chips! That was it, I decided right then and there I was going to make my own darn sour cream. Mic drop….
Oh the world of what we eat and how we live, it can be a tricky one. My children and I have been through some pretty trying times when it comes to food, we have to avoid gluten, dairy, eggs and grains. We have been through many elimination diets and have removed a lot from our life. We are no stranger to taking something else out for the good of our body and our soul. Being a yogini, Ahimsa stood out to me very strong. This is practicing non-violence and kindness, I felt it was time for me to make this step for this when it came to my food. I do my best to live this way in every other area, so I decided that I wanted to be vegan, and I prepared just like every other time that I went to remove something. I spent 2 weeks preparing and dove in, here is my journey.
Ok, I'm going to be vulnerable here and admit, I am addicted to the recipe I am about to share....like, the second this pops in my head, it's craving in motion and in to the kitchen I go. If you are a lover of Italian food like I am, and have found yourself feeling a bit left out or just haven't enjoyed the taste of anything, let me change your mind and fill your heart (and belly) with joy again!
Mary O'Meara -