YOUR mindset becomes THEIR mindset

I have always known I wanted Narra to have a better relationship with food than I did as a child.

With the help of the new nutrition program I’m using, I’ve really had to check myself and see if anything I was saying or doing right now that was something I’d want HER to do or say about food.

So now….

instead of saying something is a cheat, it’s a TREAT!

instead of having to drink water, we GET TO drink water!

instead of having treats to cheer us up when we are sad, we have special treats to help us CELEBRATE the good times we are already having!

YOUR mindset becomes THEIR mindset.

What mindsets around food are you living that you want your kids to carry on? What isn’t working that you’d like help changing?

💌corinneahansen@gmail.com

It’s Okay to Ask for Help

It’s really embarrassing for me to write this. But I have been emotionally GORGING on food all day.

It’s really embarrassing because just the day before I posted about how awesome it is to be home and experience every one of Narra’s frustrations and victories.

But this morning it was just too much. Too too much. Too much crying. Too much pulling. Too much tugging at me. Too much THREE YEAR OLD. And I was just too much TIRED.

And if it weren’t for a friendly neighbour-turned-family who stopped by (thank you June) and gave me a hug and let me feel SAFE enough to just let my tears fall…

If it weren’t for my actual family (thank you Sherri and Oliver) for taking us out on an adventure today so I wouldn’t have to be alone again with Narra’s crying…

If it weren’t for my best friend (looking at you Amie) checking in on me and I on her and just laughing on the phone about husband hilarities for the brief 10 minutes of alone time I got today while Narra watched TV…

If it weren’t for the challengers and friends I got to check in with (Kate, Shley and Jessica) who are in this with me, who are ready, willing and PSYCHED to be coached…

I might’ve just emotionally eaten the WHOLE goshdarn house.

I don’t always know where I’m going. I don’t always know what I’m doing. But for the hour I am doing my workout, the hour I am FORCED for my OWN GOOD to do something for me because of COACHING, for the minutes I check into my groups and post my sweaty selfies, my mind is clear. I am SAFE. I feel LOVED above all else by the person who makes all the SH!T happen: Me.

So today, despite my relapse back into emotional eating, I recognize myself for being a great coach, mother, and WOMAN today. For sharing my imperfections and exhaustions with motherhood and life, for not being afraid to ASK FOR HELP and let myself cry and show my vulnerabilities.

There is a lesson in every moment of chaos and calamity. And the lesson here: It’s okay to not be okay. A shitty day does not make a shitty life. I know this because the sun will come out tomorrow. It always does.

And people ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS are ready to help if you just ask.

So lady, if you’re suffering in silence and you’re waiting for someone to reach out and ask you if you need help, summon up the brave badass ovary power I know you have and REACH OUT. You got this girl.

Help, LOVE and energy is always available to those who ASK.

I’m here for you and I’m ready to help. Just ask.

Have you ever failed a test?

Day 72/80 Can you believe I’m NOT where I want to be on this journey? ❌

I woke up today and I could just FEEL something was going to happen. Because I had been putting something off. I was living in FEAR.

My blood sugars had been STELLAR. So much, in fact, that I thought I could stop testing my blood sugars and even put off testing my #a1c (diabetic report card) for 6 months.

I was afraid to check my blood sugars because I was afraid to know if they had gone up.

I got my report card back and for the first time in years, my A1C was out of range. I had failed my test.

It felt like a punch to my gut. I have been eating healthy, working out and doing everything I needed to be doing. Why was this happening?

But our bodies CHANGE. We don’t always know why. And that’s okay.

For a split second there I wanted to blame the test, blame my body, blame MYSELF. Maybe I could have done better. Maybe I could have done more.

But the last thing my body or yours needs is more unhealthy stress on it. Instead, I am choosing to focus on the POSITIVES.

1️⃣ Thank goodness I tested when I did! Now I know there is a problem!

2️⃣ I’m so grateful for the tools I have! Shakeology, my workouts, my eating plan which I can customize to help me reach my goal of a normal A1C again.

3️⃣I’ve reached normal levels before, I can do it AGAIN.

4️⃣ I have a great doctor who supports how I take control of my health.

5️⃣ This is a great opportunity to show others struggling with high blood sugars that they can get theirs under control too!

Now that I’m seeing clearly again, my WHY is front and centre:

I am here to help myself and help others with chronic medical conditions find the tools they need to meet their health goals for themselves but also for their families.

I have seen with my own two eyes what not ignoring the “dirt” or medical problems you have can do to your life and the lives of your family members.

I may have been afraid to see it before, but I’m ready to face it NOW.

It’s time to clean up the house I call MY BODY.

I am READY. Are you?

If you or a family member of yours wants more information on how to be connected to the tools I will be using to get my diabetes back under control, I’m a message away.

💌corinneahansen@gmail.com

My name is Corinne and I am Filipino-Canadian.

Privilege. A tough word to swallow for some. It makes people who have it a little uncomfortable, myself included..

I am #canadian because I was born here in beautiful #britishcolumbia. My dad and mom immigrated here from the #philippines when my older brother was one year old, and I was but a glimmer in my mom’s eye. 😉

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My mom often tells me stories of how it was to adjust to living here in Canada. For one thing, she arrived in Canada on HALLOWEEN, a holiday they didn’t have in the Philippines at that time. 😝 So you can imagine her shock when kids dressed as monsters arrived at her door demanding candy. 

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But it wasn’t all fun and funny though. She also told me of how lonely and scary it was coming to a new country with no community, none of her family and being a new mom taking care of my older brother on her own. My dad worked early mornings and late evenings, doing whatever job he could find because that was what he needed to do to support his family, so my mom was often alone at home. And this was a time before Internet and phones so no mommy Facebook groups to keep her company. 😕

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It wasn’t until I became a mom myself that I understood exactly what this meant. A husband working long hours, being alone in a new country and feeling disconnected from your community. 

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Even though I have had struggles with postpartum anxiety and depression with intrusive thoughts as a new mom, I feel very fortunate that I didn’t have to navigate all my mental health obstacles plus new parenthood in a country that was foreign to me. 

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My parents got through it (because they are major bad-asses who get sh!t done 😉) but I do realize that because of their decisions and determination to push forward no matter how hard moving to a new country and starting over is, I am #privileged.

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Now before, this would’ve made me feel so uncomfortable that I would shut down, feel hurt and think “How could you think I was privileged??” and stop talking to the person who suggested such a thing. But today, I know that having privilege isn’t something to feel bad about.

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I realize that being a Filipino-Canadian puts me in a unique position to be able to be heard in both communities. It also means I get to bridge gaps between cultures and help people understand each other better because I have that awareness of all ways of living.

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I am proud of both my citizenship and my cultural heritage and it that way, I feel extremely privileged and happy that I get to make a difference in so many lives. Including being able to connect people with services in their community that they may not know about!

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For #newimmigrants in #vancouver, be sure to look up The Multicultural Helping House Society, a non-profit organization started by a Filipino to help get you settled. ❤ 

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For more information, send them a message on their Facebook Page or visit their website at http://www.Helpinghouse.ca