We Moved to Colorado and It Sucked.

We’re here!!!

A week ago there weren’t so many exclamation points. Actually there weren’t any.

You guys. I got so so so so sick with altitude sickness.

Like Mt. Everest altitude sick, not like Boulder, CO altitude sick.

Who even gets altitude sickness at a mile high!?!?!

So for a week I was horizontal. I did not unpack one box or change one diaper.

My poor husband.

And at the beginning of the week I was so sorry.

So sorry for myself. And so so sorry to my husband because I wasn’t doing shit.

Then I realized that was stupid.

Feeling and being sorry for a physical thing is just the most unproductive and ineffective things ever.

So I decided that the boxes would get unpacked. That we weren’t in a rush.

And I decided instead of whining and saying sorry to my husband over and over. I would just thank him. <insert this method if you are an over-apologizer, most of the time you can just say thank you>

Those two simple and seemingly small things changed everything.

And after gallons of water and tons of rest I am back to me!

And ps it does not suck at all ;)!


Thai Food and Grab Ass.

You know those little fried onion things that sometimes come with thai food?

I love those little things.

I was cleaning up our thai food take out a few weeks ago and there were a couple on the counter left over from the topping for my husband’s soup.

I picked one up and popped it in my mouth.

As soon as I did it I was like “oops”.

Then I was like “oh one little fried onion thing won’t matter”.

And it probably would not have mattered in terms of I wasn’t going to like gain weight or feel lethargic or whatever.

But then I remembered why it actually did matter.

Why it matters more than anything in the world.

I made a promise to myself over a year ago that I don’t mindlessly eat, no matter what.

I don’t eat my husbands scraps or my daughters crusts of her pb and banana sandwich.

So when I do mindlessly eat it is like I am cheating on myself.

The level of self-trust drops a notch or two.

My confidence in keeping my word to myself is weakened.

I could start to wonder if I will achieve my goal or keep my promise.

My coach calls this “grab-assing”.

If you are in a committed relationship, would you ever like make out with a random dude at the bar? Even if he was really hot? What if he was like super funny?

NO! You wouldn’t! You’re committed to your person.

You wouldn’t just like grab his ass a little here and there.

Same rule applies here.

Why would you cheat on yourself just a little here and there?

The magic in creating what you want around food or your weight or any goal is in committing as truly to ourselves as we do our partners or anything else in our lives.

Have the Best Week Ever + Tons of Love,


PS If you want to up your level of self-trust so you can literally achieve anything, I am opening just 3 spots this week for free mini coaching sessions and you must click by end of day Wednesday.


Wait, why are you moving?

Did you guys hear we are moving to Boulder?

We are in the thick of ALL THE FEELS right now with just a few more days in Santa Monica.

This is how the conversation usually goes when I tell someone that we are moving.

“We are moving to Colorado!!”

“Oh, cool! So, it’s for Brian’s job?”

“No -- we just decided we wanted to move to Colorado.”

And that is usually received with a sweet look of bewilderment.

You guys we are just moving to Colorado because we want to.

It is so weird to so many people.

But shouldn’t it be the other way around?

Shouldn’t our desires come before our jobs?

Shouldn’t our desires come before all of the other seemingly good reasons our brains come up with as to why we shouldn’t do whatever our thing is?

Whether it is date the eccentric dude or write our book or move to a new city.

What if our desires were the most important things ever?

I know what some of you are thinking.

Must be nice. Or easy for you to say. Or I just don’t have that choice.

But what if you challenged that voice in your brain in the name of what it is you really really really want?

Whenever I entertain a dream, a really big one, like moving halfway across the country and buying a house, my brain ALWAYS freaks out, always tells me why I can’t.

My brain sounds so logical.

But it is all a lie.

It is hard and uncomfortable to challenge our brains. But it is so worth it.

Our dreams our on the other side.

Have the BEST week ever + So much love to you!


PS if you want to work on your brain or your dreams schedule a free mini session with me, I am opening up 5 mini sessions through tomorrow, click here to schedule.


How to Make the Right Decision

Guess What!!!

We are moving!

Colorful Colorado is calling our names and we couldn’t be more excited about it!

Most people are really supportive and happy for us.

Every once and a while we will hear a very well intentioned rebuttal.

Like, “why would you do that!?!?”

Or, “What if you don’t like it?”

Or, “I have heard really good things, but I have also heard really bad things…”

They say, “oh my god, aren’t you gonna freeze?”

And, “What if this isn’t the right house, what if you didn’t do enough research?”

Or, “are you sure you want to live in that town, that seems far from Denver!”

And on and on.

Here is the thing.

We are moving to Colorado.

And we are going to FUCKING LOVE IT.


Because we just decided that we are going to love it.

We decided that it is the BEST decision for our family.

That even if our neighbors don’t become our bffs and wanna have wine with the baby monitors in the backyard or if it is 17 degrees five days in a row in April or if our roof gets a leak or our daughter questions us later as to why we left the beach, it will still be the RIGHT decision. The BEST town. The PERFECT house. In the most RIGHT neighborhood.

Did you know you can do this with any decision in your life?

You can just decide that it is perfect and right.

Did you know that the only thing that makes a decision wrong is your brain?

What if all the decisions were right?

What if you just proved this true for yourself?

People will say that is delusional.

So what?

It is delusional either way. It is our pick.

I am going to miss all my beloved friends, the endless warmth, my pedicure spot, my favorite workouts…. But that is another post. Xoxox.

Have the best week ever + love you tons,


PS come say goodbye, we are leaving in just over a week! I have two events in the next week click here to sign up!

How to eat food and weigh what you want.

I was recently at a party with some of my best friends.

The same friends that have been alongside me as I have gained and lost the same 10-15-20 pounds over the years.

The same friends that have been my accountability buddies in countless weight loss challenges.

The same friends that believed exactly what I believed when it came to looking and feeling our best: calories in, calories out was the only way.

So we are at the end of said party.

One of the besties says to me, “How are you not so wasted right now?”

I was like “what? I only had like 2 or 3 glasses of wine.” (it had been like 4 hours)

She was like, “Well you’re skinny and you drank so you should be drunk.”

It was such beautiful moment for me.

I was not drunk because I had eaten a full, healthy, beautiful dinner.

But you see in the past if I happened to be on the downslope of the endless yo-yo (aka “skinny”) I would have barely eaten and would have thus been kinda drunk off of 3 glasses of wine on a basically empty stomach.

In my old life these two things do not belong together: weighing what I want and actually eating a full dinner. I only got to pick one. (read: I was constantly miserable in the area of my life.)

My bestie just assumed that being “skinny” and eating a satisfying meal are mutually exclusive.

I did too.

For way too long.

And then I found the holy effing grail to finally not having to starve myself to weigh what I want to weigh.

And oh yeah, bonus, not getting wasted off of like a glass and a half of wine.

Have the Best Week Ever + So Much Love,


PS if you want to find your own personal holy grail and end the yo-yo once and for all, sign up for a mini session. Or, if you have a friend that you know that wants to end the yo-yo, forward this email. If they complete a free mini session you get a complimentary full coaching session on any topic!


Body Betrayal + How to Love your body thin

Like so many women (and men) I had a baby and was in TOTAL AWE of the power of the human body.

From growing her inside my womb to growing her outside of my womb and to the actual birth itself.

Primally awesome, mind blowing, miraculous stuff right!?!?

I made a human (by the way, a really cute, dynamic, full of life one, heheh) with my body.

So when it came to losing the baby weight it felt fundamentally WRONG to use the “old way” to weigh what I wanted to weigh.

The “old way” consisted of many fucked up yet totally culturally acceptable methods.

One was subtly hating my body and they way it looked in hopes that if I somehow beat myself up hard enough this would take pounds off.

I just couldn't bring myself to my “old way”.

Even one negative thought felt like total body betrayal.

So I decided what if I tried to “love my body thin” instead?

Think about it.

You’re getting dressed for a fun dinner out (aka you have to put actual clothes on).

You think “Ewwwww I look soooo gross and fat” or

“Nothing looks good” or

“How did I let myself get here?”

Then you feel completely defeated.

Then you go to said dinner feeling like shit and end up up eating like the entire bread basket, the pasta and the dessert, because “what is the point any way?”

Might as well use food to feel a little better since you feel like shit about the way your body looks.

And then you actually end up gaining weight.

So backwards.

So what if we got dressed for the fun dinner and thought,

“I just had a baby and I love my body for creating this miracle” or

“maybe I don’t look the way I want to yet but I am up for this challenge” or

“I am just gonna choose to rock this bod because it gives me so much” or

“I am on the path to feeling how I want to in my skin no matter what”.

Then you go to said dinner feeling somewhat motivated or content (or at least not defeated).

Then you just eat a normal healthy dinner which makes you feel awesome and perpetuates the whole thing.

And then maybe you lose a pound.

We can totally love our bodies right into our most natural weight.

How much more fun is that?

PS If are curious as to HOW to love your body thin, sign up for a free mini coaching session and get started now.


Chocolate covered pretzels + How to lose your sweet (or salty) tooth!

We moved into to our “quaint” apartment about 7 years ago.

We truly have loved living here.  It is near the beach, Main St, walking distance to like 7 parks (and we all know how important that from my last post).

AND some of our neighbors have been the best part.

Natalie is one of the good ones.

We hit it off right from the start when she introduced herself with quite the icebreaker.

Remember the part about our place being “quaint”? That is code for we share like 7 walls with 7 different people.

So one night before we had officially met Natalie, she heard Brian and me nothing fighting.

Apparently I was legit yelling at him “Well you hid them where I could find them!!!!”

She was intrigued and kept listening.

She overheard what was me being SO MAD at Brian for not hiding the chocolate covered pretzels well enough.

I had found them and eaten all of them.

And then felt like total shit (both mentally and physically).

And this was obviously his fault. Asshole.

When she told us this we instantly bonded (albeit I was a teensy bit red in the face!!!) and kept our nothing fighting to one of those loud whispers situations from then on.

7 years later Natalie, nor any other neighbor will hear us nothing fighting about the food not hidden well enough, and it is not because of the loud whisper thing.

It is because I literally trained my brain to not want the chocolate covered pretzels.

Right now in my apartment there are doritos, ice cream, tortilla chips and peanut butter stuffed chocolate covered pretzels. They are just there. Like out in the open. And I just don’t want them.

There is so much power in not having to micromanage the pantry, the upcoming party, the happy hour. I can just go and genuinely not want the things that really don’t serve me.

It is pure freedom.

PS if you want to work on taking away your over desire for food sign up for a free mini coaching session now. Wouldn’t it be nice to just not be tempted? To just naturally weigh what you want to weigh?

Yeah, but….. when “self” deprecating gets dangerous

You know I love to learn from experiences from my daughter, Luna.

So we go to the park, like all the time.

We go so much and she loves it so much that lately she has been waking up and basically yelling PARK at us.

She shakes her stroller and yells PARK.

She is in her jammies at 7pm at the back door yelling PARK.

So, we go all the time.

And when we go to the park people comment on how vocal she is.

“Wow, how old is she, I can’t believe she can say that!?”

Or… “she talks a lot.”

It’s true, she is pretty vocal.

So when the other moms or dads mention this I agree.

BUT then I have to really bite my tongue.

My knee jerk reaction is to respond and say “but have you seen her walk? Oh no, you haven’t? That is because she barely walks.”

I mean it is one thing to self deprecate (more on this later). But to do it on your daughter's behalf?


Why do I want to do this I ask myself?

Am I just a product of our overly cautious, I-don’t-want-to-come-across-as-conceited culture?

Am I trying to make another parent feel a certain way?

Whatever the reason is, it doesn’t really matter, all I know is that potentially putting her down in front of her to other parents is the silliest thing ever.

So it is just “yeah, she is vocal and awesome.” And that is it. End scene.

It has taken some mindfulness work to get super conscious so I can be who I want to be around her but it is so worth it.

How to get back up after a fall...

My daughter Luna is learning to walk.

I was doing that hysterical laughing but trying not to thing tonight as she trapsed around the house barely catching herself from falling every other step as if she had 3 too many vodka sodas while wearing sunglasses that are even too big for my face.

It is a long process this walking thing.

She falls all the time.

Sometimes she doesn’t seem to care.

Sometimes she gets super frustrated.

Sometimes she thinks it is funny.

Sometimes she scares herself and cries.

But she always gets back up. Always.

She really wants to walk.

She can see that walking is the next right thing for her.

She is totally committed.

So she just keeps getting back up and working at her walking.

She will definitely walk without falling (mostly) someday probably pretty soon.

She never thinks, well I never walked before so I better not try.

Or this is too hard, I think I quit.

Or that last time when I fell it was really scary so no thanks, walking.

Or everyone else has it so much easier than me.

She just falls. Feels her feelings. And gets back up.

It really can be just that simple.

With our side hustle goal. Or our marriage goal. Or our having babies goal. Or our weight loss goal.

So this is exactly what we must do.

Commit. “Fall”. Feel the feeling <insert frustration, humor, fear>. Get back up. Rinse. Repeat.

If you know you often fall and can’t get back up, this is exactly what we will working on at my workshop this Saturday morning. Only a few more spots left, sign up here.


Shower Thoughts

The other day I got out of the shower.

I was toweling off as I was bending over (no this is not going somewhere creepy).

I noticed my belly.

I noticed it’s shape and size.

Then I noticed how I didn’t say anything negative at all, in any way, about said belly.

It was just there.

Then I just kept toweling off.

I just kept doing my day.

So weird.

So awesome.

I didn’t go down the rabbit hole about how I shouldn’t have eaten that thing and about how I am going to be extra strict this week and about how maybe I should even cancel those happy hour plans.

I think I just like put on lotion and brushed my hair.

If you are like me and you have beat yourself up on repeat for decades you know what a big deal this is.

If you are in the .00001% of women who never had any body issues you are probably just super bored by this particular blog.

But this wasn’t an accident.

This was a daily practice of retraining my brain to believe what I wanted to believe about my body. It was effortful and purposeful.

But now I get to (for the most part) go unconscious and just automatically think neutral and positive thoughts about my body.

I used to be unconscious and just automatically think negative thoughts and feel like crap.

It is so much better this way.

If you want to learn how to do this sign up for a mini coaching session by Friday, January 18th.