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?



You Are a Storyteller

I am a storyteller.

I’ve always been called to tell stories that once upon a time after high school, I majored in creative writing to hone my skills in University.

I would struggle to write poetry, I would struggle to write in Filipino, I would struggle to find the words to make that A- on papers I couldn’t care less about for a future I was convinced had to be mine because everyone else around me had those goals.

Deep down inside, I knew better. I knew I was meant for MORE. More than the grades, and the glory of graduating from University.

I should have known when that assignment came to me, that assignment to write a reflection paper from a significant experience of my past, and the way it just unfolded from my heart with tears and light and love and darkness. Everything. I should have known the stories I was meant to tell were MINE because of how moved I felt when I wrote one of the most difficult stories of my life.

It was the story of the abuse I had experienced as a child. The story of how my innocence was taken from me and how it had changed my life and my family’s. But it was written in the third person.

It flowed and it was out there. But it was unresolved. I didn’t even have the courage to outright say it was me in the story. It was me. I was the 5 year old girl who danced and played with cousins while they were there but who was taken advantage of when she had no friends and was just looking for someone to play with.

Time went on, life went on and little did I know how much those 6 months of abuse would contribute to the person I am today. To the goals I would then have for my life, for my vision of family that would drive me to share my demons and USE THEM as stories to say: YES. You can do what I do too.

My stories, YOUR stories, they are always changing. Because this life is not OVER. If you are here, there is still a chance to turn it all around. There is still a shining light of HOPE and POWER that I hope you know you can step into at anytime.

It is YOURS. But you have to BELIEVE and you have to SURRENDER.

This is what coaching has done for me. This miraculous gift of healing not just physically from my diabetes and high blood pressure, but mentally from my anxiety and depression. And now this gift.. the gift of spiritual healing of my soul. From the stories that have broken many, but instead coaching has given me the platform to share it and USE it for good.

It’s a gift I want to give to as many as I can.

I’m looking for 3 women to personally mentor as coach on my team. To USE their stories for good, to help them start with LOVE for themselves so they can love others, and to feel so freaking aligned doing what they do so that the abundance they crave rolls out of them as effortlessly as that paper came from me.

If this speaks to you, if you feel you and I are connected, I need you to reach out and message me or drop a 🙏 in the comments below.

I know you’ve been waiting for something. This is it.

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.


Healthy Pumpkin Cookies

The weather has been GETTING TO ME!! 😅

As much as I LOVE fall, the transition of weather has me all sorts of confuzzled (is that a word?? Now it is!). Season Affective Disorder (SAD) is alive and well! But I’m refusing to make it part of my story.

I choose to see love instead of this.

Narra and I managed to make it out to Strongstart (a FREE parent participation preschool program) despite the rain this morning. I was all sorts of proud of our determination to get our bodies moving. We played in the gym, had story time and then got crafty AF and made these cool Halloween crafts 🎃

Narra, who doesn’t typically enjoy “arts and craps” liked these ones! Bonus Points because I didn’t have to prep or clean up the art table 🙌😆

After lunch and TV, Narra and I decided we should do some baking. I looked to my trusted favourite recipe blog for inspiration and found the recipe for these HEALTHY PUMPKIN COOKIES!

Narra was stoked she got to crack an egg and then volunteered happily to put the pecans on top. Such a good fine motor and eye-hand coordination activity!

Omg, they are BOMB!! And the best of all, a serving is TWO COOKIES!!!

None of that ONE cookie BS. Lol.

I’m feeling pretty proud today AND accomplished.

When you have anxiety, big outings and projects like this can be hard to start and FINISH.

So I’m feeling accomplished!!!

Oh and I forgot to mention… I also feel awesome because I got to workout!!! 😍

Major modifications because of the ankle soreness but it’s DONE!! ✅


Proof that you can have anxiety and get Sh!T donnne!!!!

It’s time for me to get dinner started (anyone else having Taco Tuesday today??) but before I sign off, I just want to invite EVERYONE to my next online accountability group!!

It’s all about the FAMILY!!!

Register for the group by RSVPing Going to the Fit for Fall Family Challenge Facebook event and I will set you up with everything you need to get started!!!

We’ll be keeping each other accountable for our physical and mental health while making some tasty treats like these pumpkin cookies!!! 😍 Fun for the whole family!!!

Hope to see you there!!!

Yellow is for Hello.

I was online earlier today looking for a yellow bench to sit on, you know, those yellow benches around the city that were installed to promote mental health awareness. 💛 But I realized I don’t need a yellow bench to snap a picture and share from. I can do it right here. Right now.

May is Mental Health awareness month and in honour of that, you may be seeing yellow signs around the city reminding you that mental health matters. Because it does.


As most of you know, when Narra was 2 months old, I had my very first full-on panic attack. I was so debilitated with anxiety and fear that I was dying that I hardly know how I was able to call 911 to come help me with Narra who was screaming wildly in her crib. I couldn’t hold her. I couldn’t touch her. All I could think about was how I could hurt her. And even scarier, how I could hurt myself.


I didn’t want ANYONE to know. I loved Narra so much but who in there right mind would allow a mother with those thoughts to keep her baby? So I hid it. I hid it until I could no more. Until it came out in daily anxiety attacks, weekly panic attacks and resulted in me not being able to eat or sleep for days three days straight.


After my visit to the hospital, after being reassured that no one would take my baby, I agreed to take medication. I’m glad I did. But the guilt remained.


The guilt that I just couldn’t hack it as a mom. I knew in my heart of hearts that I was meant for this. I knew in my soul, and that from a very young age, I would be a mom. It was my calling.


So I lived with this guilt for months after my medication kicked in. Although medicine helped IMMENSELY in getting my thoughts and body well enough to function so that I could finally eat, sleep and take care of myself and then our newborn daughter, it wasn’t enough. In the words of my psychiatrist, “Medication is not the end-all, be-all of mental health. You need something MORE to help it along.”


Enter SELF-CARE into my life. I knew nothing about it other than the fact that I had to take care of myself. That I needed Nutrition, Exercise, Sleep, Time for Myself and Support. But I laughed, and then I was annoyed. Because how in God’s name was I supposed to fit all that in AND do my wife, mother, special education assistant, friend, daughter and ME duties. How would I fit it all in?


I knew I needed help. So I reached out. I hated asking for help. I thought it made me look weak. Out of desperation, and against all preconceived ideas and misjudgements of “health shakes” and “Beach bodies”, I jumped in to getting better. I jumped in to an online accountability group. I just knew I had to get better. I knew I didn’t want to have to increase my medication I was taking and risk complications from upping my dose.


What I learned and came away with from my first group was beyond anything I ever imagined from an at-home program. I think I lost maybe 2lbs my first challenge, but that didn’t matter to me. What mattered was the fact that I felt STRONG. I was happier than I had ever been in months. I made new friends that I never thought I could make this late into adulthood. I was full of energy thanks to the proper nutrition I was getting and best of all, I could take care of myself and my family again.


The weekly panic attacks? Gone. Daily anxiety attacks? They moved on. My intrusive thoughts that I thought would plague me forever? I’ve learned how to manage them and keep them at bay. I know now, there is nothing I can’t do.


Since my first group, I have lost a total of 15lbs, been able to get my blood sugars into normal typical levels, avoided future hospital stays, and managed my postpartum anxiety and depression. I did it. I went from surviving to thriving. All in the short span of a month.


Because of the level of this inner and outer transformation, I KNEW I had to share this with others. I knew that couldn’t stay silent about my mental health any longer, nor could I stay silent about how I OVERCAME it all. This is why I tell my story.


Today, I fight stigma with stigma. I fight it through my writing on topics others would rather not talk about like intrusive thoughts and spirals of depression. I fight it through posting pictures of my fitness journey that others might rather not see, like me in my underwear PROUDLY showing off my c-section scar. I fight the stigma against mental health by continuing to talk about it on a daily basis because the more we talk, the more “normal” it will be. And the more “normal” it is, new moms like me wouldn’t have to think they are less of a person for getting that help. The more “normal” it is, more individuals (women and men) won’t be afraid of taking that medication to help with those intrusive thoughts. 

Because if I can help just ONE person like me. One person who is ready to finally get that help they need to care for themselves and make their mental health something THEY can manage, and isn’t managing them, the fight is worth it.


I am worth it. You are worth it.


Need help starting with self-care? I’d love to help. 



Don’t put off taking care of YOU. You matter too much. 


Your mental health MATTERS.