I am 35 and a half.

Today is my half birthday.

I love my mom for always throwing us half birthday parties :).

So, I am 35 and a half.

I say I am cool with getting older. I even say I like it.

Part of me really does believe this.

And I really do believe each birthday is a privilege.

I preach this.

On my actual birthday I celebrate big and will gladly tell people my age.

I don’t hide it on facebook profiles or random surveys.

I roll my eyes when people won’t share their age.

But then I noticed I am not as “cool” as I thought I am around age.

I notice how I think I am but how I am not really living it.

I notice how when a friend who I know is younger than me asks me how old I am, I cringe, yes I tell them of course, but I cringe and I tell them, “Oh, I am old, I am 35” with this wah-wah-almost-longing-for-32 energy.

I notice how with each month passing I subtly resist 36.

How I am not fully open to it.

Or if I am open to it, it is with condition.

Like, for example, I tell myself, well as long as I am making this amount of money by the time I am 36 then it’ll be okay that I am 36.

Or like maybe if I am pregnant again by the time I am 36 then I can swallow it.

And so now what? Now that I know this about myself what will I do?

I will be the person I think that I am. I am 35 and a freaking half and so damn proud.

And not because of anything I accomplished or not.

Just because I am that age and that is awesome just in it of itself.

It might be a little wonky to lean into to this partial belief, but I will and in no time I will be fully there, rocking 36 and then 37 and then 72 and then 93.

I am so done being kind of okay ish with my age.

Wanna come over tonight for half of a birthday cake in a half decorated kitchen to celebrate?

Love you mom <3.


Going Unconscious

For those of you that get my newsletter, you heard all about how obsessed I was with my weekend in Ojai last weekend.

Like top 10 weekends ever obsessed. It was that good.

There was yoga, big fluffy robes, long runs, naps by the fire, deep restorative relaxation and so much fun and connection with my soul sister.

But I forgot to tell you one thing.

I forgot to tell you how I went unconscious.

I didn’t realize it until the Monday after the retreat. I realized I had gone unconscious at Brunch on Saturday morning.

See the brunch was a buffet.

But like the good kind of buffet, the fancy kind.

I selected a normal “on my plan” brunch of eggs, bacon and some fruit when I went up to the buffet.

Then I ate the meal as I chatted with some of the awesome retreat goers.

Then I went back to my room. Went for a run. Jacuzzied. Read.

Then I just went about my AMAZING weekend.

Then on Monday I realized I had gone unconscious.

I didn’t get up for seconds at brunch.

And that is not even the kicker.

I didn’t even THINK about getting up for seconds.

I didn’t go back and forth in my head about whether to get up again. I didn’t start half listening to my new friend talk about her journey with IVF because I was so consumed with how good the french toast looked.

I didn’t get up and then get something that wasn’t really on plan and then eat it and then feel physically sick.

I used to go unconscious and get the food and then feel like shit.

And now *apparently* I go unconscious and just don’t think of it and then I feel amazing.

Halle - effing - lujah.

But let me be clear. This was not an accident.

I just didn’t know this would show up when it did.

I have consciously rewired my brain so I could create a new and eventually unconscious habit.

I kind of can’t believe it!!

Happy rewiring.

I didn’t do this alone. If you want help rewiring your habits book yourself a coaching package or free mini sesh to see if we are a good fit. Prices go up in 2019.


Why I Am Insane. And Why You Might Be Too.

When I was in pharma sales, my boss was obsessed with telling us the definition of insanity.

I am sure you have heard it.

We’re insane when we do the same thing over and over again and expect a different result.

I consider myself fairly willing to change, to adapt, to course correct when something is not working.

But, then it dawned on me.

I have been insane for 20 years.

I have been believing in, thinking about, doing some form of calories in, calories out diet, “lifestyle” or program since I was a teenager.

Yes, I called it something different every time. Atkins. Weight Watchers. My fitness pal. South beach. What the trainer said to do. My custom meal plan from v expensive nutritionist. Tracey Andersen Method.

But it was always the same. Calories in. Calories out.

And my results were always the same.

Do some version of calories in calories out. Lose some weight. Keep it off for a very short amount of time. Gain weight. Feel shitty about myself. Do some version of cal…..

Enter vicious cycle life. For 20 years.

So at the beginning of this year I committed to ending this sad cycle and I did.

As I write these words I feel so FREE I could burst.

If you are curious about dropping this insane game click here a book a free 45 minute session.


Photo Shoot Show Down

I just booked a photo shoot for December 8th so I can create fun images and inspo for “The Yummy Mummy.”

I am super excited because I am working with one of my all time favorite photographers, she is a true talent and so super fun!

BUT, then tonight in the shower….

It always happens in the shower, doesn’t it!!?!

….I thought to myself

“Oh my god, that shoot is like 10 days away.”

“We better do a cleanse.”

“We better clear the social calendar for this coming weekend.”

“We better alert Husband that we are on said cleanse, and he better hold me accountable!”

And then I remembered.

I don’t do that anymore.

I don’t do the cleanse, then starve,  or try to skip dinner, then inevitably throw in the towel and eat the fries because I am starving and then kind of blame my husband and then actually feel like complete shit on photo shoot day -  I don’t do that sick little game anymore.


SO. I just very nicely reminded the outdated part of my brain that we don’t do that anymore.

I reminded myself that we are going to eat healthy and normal and have all the fun this weekend (which by the way, for me, fun isn’t synonymous with food and drinks anymore, but that is another blog) and show up to the photo shoot feeling fucking amazing.

That is the plan. Even when my brain forgets. It is still the plan.

And everyday I am grateful for this new plan.

If you are ready for a new plan too and ready to step out of the spin cycle of diet, indulge, diet, diet, indulge, beat self up, indulge, and on and on click here to book your FREE mini coaching session now to get started on your new plan.


Gratitude Mad Lib

Have you guys heard of stroller strides?

No, it is not like 20 moms power walking as fast as they can up and down the beach path rocking hot pink visors (although if you know me, you know I can get behind visor life).

Stroller strides is the best, most kick ass workout AND you get to bring your baby.

Today it was like crazy good workout, bring your baby (while the talented teacher also entertains said babe) AND a gratitude-PALOOZA!!!!

And since it was a gratitude-PALOOZA I figured I have to share it with all of you!!!

I am like any decent human. I really love me some gratitude.

But what I have found is that just listing in your head the same 4 things you are grateful for doesn’t really pack very much punch day after day.

We need to get creative. Think of things we don’t always think of. Think of the WHY.

Then FEEL the actual feeling of gratitude inside our bodies.

When we practice gratitude this way it really brings home all of the amazing benefits, which I was reminded of today by my sweet friend Noelle (she was the creator of the gratitude-PALOOZA).

She told us things like:

Having a gratitude practice can increase your immunity, bring you greater joy, improve your self-esteem, lower stress, contribute to better sleep, make us kinder, and on and on and on.

I mean basically having a gratitude practice is like taking a magic pill.

Sign me up!!

Which is why I loved the gratitude mad lib that Noelle offered (or should I call it “Grat Lib” hehehe.)

You can copy, paste and thank away OR use it as your conversation piece at the dinner table!

Dear ______________,

I am so grateful or your ___________________________. When I am feeling _____________ you always know how to ______________________. I love the way you _____________. You are special to me because _____________________________. Without you as my ______________________, I would be_________________________.

I _________________________ you!


Happy Thanksgiving Bloggy Babes!!!

And check out Stroller Strides here!


30 blogs in 30 days!

Today is the finale of 30 blogs in 30 days! I did it! Yay!

Part of me is like “Whoa, you did it!! Good job!!” and then part of me is like “Of course you did it. Remember how you’ve decided that you are a person that just does what they say they are going to do?!”

And then all of me is just really surprised by how much I have enjoyed the process.

I have loved experiencing ME in a different way. I have loved connecting with YOU on social media and in real life. I have loved living life knowing that I am going to write a blog post every day.

It has become like a new form of meditation.

People always ask me if I meditate. If they should meditate.

I think the answer is yes and no.

NO I don’t think it is that important to to meditate in the traditional sense each and everyday.

BUT, YES I think it is so important to have some kind of Daily Practice.

Like actually the most important thing in the world.

Journaling. Breathing for 5 deep breaths. Reading. Writing. A gratitude practice. Actually meditating. Dancing like a nut. Blogging?!

A Daily Practice where you check in with yourself, literally in your own words, saying things like “Hi Self, what is up? Where are we? Where have we been? Where are we going? Is it on purpose? Are we being who we want to be? What do we need to remember? What are we grateful for? What is really important? What do we want?”

Because what happens then is the daily practice spreads throughout the day.

It is easier to catch ourselves before we snap at the customer service rep.

Easier to ignore the ding on the phone.

Easier to just watch and enjoy the baby playing with sand.

Easier to stay committed to whatever we are committed to.

Easier to achieve our dreams.

So blogging became a new Daily Practice. And it was really the act of knowing I would write the blog. It was like putting on “I write blogs sunglasses”, my perspective shifted. I began to look deeper and to stop more. To ask the big questions more and to listen more carefully.

Endless gratitude to my teachers for teaching me the value of the Daily Practice and to you for joining me on this journey!

AND don’t freak out!! Blog life is not over, it has just begun. Click over every Tuesday for a new post! We are going to a weekly format baby boos!



My daughter says hi to everyone.

She does not discriminate. Hi to the random kid at the playground. Hi to the homeless dude. Hi to me over and over and over again. Hi to the dogs. Hi to the strangers on the beach path that don’t speak english.


She doesn’t care if they say hi back. She just keeps saying hi.

She doesn’t care if they give her a weird look or run away. She just keeps saying hi.

Because this is just who she is.

She is friendly and warm and chatty.

Regardless of who other people are she just keeps being who she is.

So I am like what if I could be like this?

What if I could just all the time be myself no matter how other people will respond or how I think they will respond?

So every time she says hi it is this most beautiful reminder that we all get to be who we are no matter what.

And for those of us that have been conditioned to tiptoe around “other people” this being-ourselves-thing takes major courage.

But if a one year old can do it, we can too.

This week tho

For many of us this week was a doozy.


Another mass shooting.

More unrelenting fires in California.

I notice we react to all of it differently.

Some of us cry. Journal. Drink a bottle of wine. Talk about it. Ignore it. Binge watch the news. Donate money. Send thoughts and prayers. Donate blood. Post on social media.

Then I notice some of us judge others for HOW they are reacting or responding.

As if there is a right way to respond.

And so some of us judge others. And then we compound the problem. More hate. More divisiveness. More thoughts of there is a right way and a wrong way.

I know I have been guilty of this myself.

So here I am practicing.

Just holding space.

Letting all the people react and respond in all the ways. Because they are going to any way. And I let myself respond in the ways that are authentic to me.

And so, if we allow and hold space -- this simple act in it of itself is us being a part of the solution not the problem.

Here are even more ways to help:

To help the victims and their families involved in the Thousand Oaks Mass Shooting:


To help the victims and the relief effort for the Woolsey Fire:

Text “REDCROSS” to “909-99” to donate $10 to the Red Cross

To donate essentials like diapers, wipes, blankets to @baby2baby go to their registry, they are on the ground giving direct relief to high-need families.



Do you ever look back?

Exactly 6 years ago I left my corporate job as a pharmaceutical sales gal.

I left the company car. The free lunches. The cushy salary and bonuses.

I did this to pursue my dream of being a yoga teacher and life coach.

People ask me all the time, “Do you regret it?” “Do you ever look back?” “Do you wish you hadn’t?”

The answer is a simple and definitive NO. I really never looked back, I never wished I hadn’t left, I never regret it.

But here is why.

I just decided I wasn’t going to regret it.

I just decided that this was the best decision I could ever make for myself.

I stuck to that and believed it through and through.

So, I got myself a light blue VW beetle, drank my $13 green smoothies that I paid for all by myself and created retreats which became the new bonus.

It is really that simple.

The only thing that makes something wrong decision is your brain.