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.

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.


The Gains

I’ve been 165lbs many times in my life.

A 165 that was single and starving.

A 165 that was married and idle.

A 165 that was pregnant and stressed.

A 165 that was postpartum and confused like the picture on the left.

A 165 that was gorging on munchies to avoid facing the pain of struggle.

But I think I like the 165 on the right. THIS 165 is my favourite. ❤️

It’s physically strong and mentally resilient.

It carries flats of groceries from Costco and a 30 pound backpack and toddler with ease. It handles career changes and difficult life transitions, not always with ease but with definite PASSION and PERSISTENCE.

It can handle anything that comes it’s way.

I love this 165 for all it is and all that it will be but what I love MOST about this 165 is that it doesn’t CARE what number it is.

It doesn’t let it’s number DEFINE it.

It’s a body. A body that is FINALLY loved for every stretch mark and muscle, extra skin and healthy imperfection it has.

It’s a model of self-love and #selfcare that is focused on GAINING skills to better itself and EMPOWER OTHERS to do the SAME.

My next accountability group starts on October 30th and I want to help as many women work on GAINING everything I have on this journey and what I continue to gain.

Send me an email with the subject GAINS to reserve a limited spot in the group. 💕 Let’s make it about the GAINS together!

Strength through SUPPORT

“We don’t have to do all of it alone. We were never meant to.” -Brenè Brown

You know when you find a quote that jumps at you, one that just STICKS? And then you find yourself finding it over and over and over again?

It’s everywhere you look. It’s in your books, it’s on the TV, it’s in the songs you listen to and the cover of the magazine in line to checkout of the drugstore. It’s even in the Paw Patrol colouring book your kid was throwing around the room earlier that day.

You see it and then you don’t. Or maybe you do but you’re not ready to receive the message.

But then you open your eyes again and then you DO. You’re ready and willing and able to RECEIVE.

I tell everyone that they don’t have to go at it alone. That it’s okay to need help. And in the beginning, when I was a new mom, I RELUCTANTLY allowed myself to need help. It felt unnatural and quite frankly, I felt WEAK.

It was ME. I was always the one who helped others. I was the one who solved everyone’s problems. So seeking help wasn’t in my MO. The truth is, I really didn’t understand HOW to do it and not feel worthless.

And then I became a Coach. And I felt AMAZING for a long time. But somehow along the way, I decided because I was now a Coach, it meant I was EXEMPT from asking for help.

When in reality, the Coaching philosophy implores you to seek out SOLUTIONS, to LEARN and GROW. It reminds you EVERYDAY to make mistakes and that it’s OK to not know everything. It reminds you to LEAN ON OTHERS when you don’t know the answers.

Our Team’s mission, MY mission, has always been to find STRENGTH through SELF-CARE and.. SUPPORT.

Support. The biggest piece of the puzzle here. The one that connects self-care to me and YOU. Support makes it possible for us to KEEP GOING. It’s what helps us see we aren’t alone in our everyday struggle or our successes. It’s the supportive and loving voices who tell you that you ARE your best self today, even if all you did today was show up and breathe.

It’s the cheers you get for non-scale victories like fitting into that pair of jeans you’ve kept from high school or non-fitness related activities like cleaning out the clothing you no longer need or want.

It’s what gives us a purpose greater than ourselves and our family. It’s UNCONDITIONAL love and support from a COMMUNITY. One that I couldn’t be prouder to be a part of.

One that, even though I find myself a LEADER of, one that I am realizing I don’t always need to solve problems for.

Sometimes just being there is ENOUGH. Sometimes being a part of the group and giving what you can, just so others aren’t alone, just so YOU aren’t alone, is enough to make a world of difference.

The jig is up. 😉 I don’t know all the answers. So I can’t give them to you. I am sometimes weak and I am also many kind of imperfect.

But I do have one thing I am sure of…

And that’s that I will be there beside you when you reach out for help. I won’t have all the answers nor will I be there to solve all your problems. It won’t serve you or I.

Instead, I will empower you to find what you NEED. I will coach you to see that you are WORTHY of what you want. I will be there to connect you to the tools that I find are working for me and so many others with our physical and mental health, that they might help you too.

And I WILL be there to tell you that you will kick all sorts of ass in this lifetime and the next.

Because you are STRONG.

Strong enough to reach out for support. And strong enough to TAKE IT.

Credit: Reannan Ross Photography<


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Back to Gratitude

Yesterday, we celebrated Narra’s 3rd birthday. What a whirlwind of events for our little bug. There is more to come this weekend.

But with all BIG events, come the TEARS. Yup. Tears. By her. By ME.

Yesterday, Narra had a BIG meltdown. Perhaps it was the energy in the air, or what she fed off with me. But it was a big one. I am glad Kay and Al, my in-laws who are visiting from Vancouver Island for Narra’s birthday weekend, arrived when they did.

They practically arrived just as the last few tears were shed by both Narra and I. When I heard the doorbell ring and opened the door to see Kay’s smiling face, I flung myself into her arms and sobbed.

It seems I am a ball of emotions with everything that is going on right now and it’s very difficult for me to share this.

I am struggling right now.

Struggling with that pursuit of BALANCE.

Since my transition to a work-at-home mom, I have been finding it difficult to find that balance.

Being a stay-at-home mom is hard. Making sure you are MOM, being present for the care of your child is hard enough, then you add in the very necessary time to be a WIFE. And somehow you add in COACH, that time to be YOU, to that mix. Sending out those messages and inviting people to share in your journey, one that you are wondering was the right decision.

Again, ahhhh, so struggling to share this right now!!! Like how am I supposed to INVITE people to join me on this journey if, I myself am STRUGGLING??

But then I step back from this stress that I know is oh so very TEMPORARY and I bring myself back to GRATITUDE. I remind myself that before the breakthrough, there is a BREAKDOWN. I look back on everything that I have accomplished and I am thankful.

This time last year, I had a different stress. The stress of wanting to be home with my daughter on her birthday.

This time last year, I held back tears and said goodbye to her in the cold of the morning in our car at 730am as Daddy drove her off to daycare. I told myself that next year it would be different. Next year, I would be there on her birthday ALL DAY, so she wouldn’t have to celebrate with other people who I know loved her, but who didn’t love her only the way her Mama could.

And this time, THIS YEAR, I am here. Even with a meltdown, even with the struggle and the tears, I am HERE.

And if there is one thing I want Narra and to both remember about her childhood, it’s me being THERE, every step of the way.

THAT makes the struggle WORTH IT.



Photo credit: Kate Neale Photography

Nap time 😴 

“You get OUT what you put IN.”.

As I lay down in our nap time bed, with a worn-out, overtired, now passed-out toddler with her arm over my belly, I am forced to acknowledge that I may not have handled that morning as well as I intended to.


I feel the familiar feeling of unworthiness creep into my thoughts and feel them. Ugh. Why?


I have learned, from the personal development our company holds in high regard and through my therapy, to experience ALL my feelings. Feel the feels. And TRULY feel them. Good and bad. So I know that the good feelings are ones I WANT and can have again, and the bad ones are unwanted but also WELCOME because they make the good feelings so much sweeter.


I have been through them before and survived. I can do it again.


I think back to this morning and this week. Have I truly given out the energy into the world I have wished to received?


Truthfully, I check myself and realize that I haven’t. I thought I was, but that just isn’t true.


I had enjoyed myself so much over the break, spending time with my loved ones, feeling energetic and healthy, waking up when I wanted instead of when I HAD TO.


So the mere thought of returning to work had my anxiety levels up in arms. I blocked myself from receiving LOVE, and instead I chose to live in FEAR.


No wonder I was hit with anxiety this week and couldn’t bring myself to leave the house yesterday morning. No wonder Narra had a hard time transitioning to her nap today, while I slowly became more impatient as the cries went on and on. She has been feeding off my unbalanced energy.


What had changed from Spring Break? The answer: Nothing really. Except for the way I PERCEIVED my life.


My family is still here. I still get to spend time with them Morning and evening (and all evening because we co-sleep). I can still feel the energy and health I felt while away. Consistent workouts and Shakeology will help you with that. I can still wake-up when I want to. I am the one setting those alarms. I CHOOSE to wake up when I do because I need to be ready to help teach students who otherwise couldn’t learn without the skills I bring to the job.


I make these choices. My life is on my terms.


When Narra wakes up from her nap today, I choose to do a reset.


I choose to learn in LOVE instead of FEAR. I choose to unblock myself and welcome the infinite abundance that the universe has in store for me. No more anxiety around work or transitions. I CHOOSE everything I do. I take RESPONSIBILITY for making my goals happen.


It is NO ONE’S job but MY OWN to make sh!t happen. 


And it all starts by UNBLOCKING yourself with self-care and WELCOMING the powerful energy connecting you to what is already YOURS. 


Your health. Your financial freedom. Your LOVE. Your LIFE.