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

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.

corinneahansen@gmail.com

A Song: Mindset Makeover

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Every morning I wake up, before I put on my make up, I say a little prayer for the workout I’m about to slay up.

Saturday’s Cardio zoo is done, now it’s time to have some fun.

Monday’s Group is a MINDSET maker, emotional-eating-beating mover and shaker.

No sweat required, that’s extra credit. This program’s here to make you SHED IT!!!

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Weight loss isn’t my goal. Except when it’s to try out a new program for my clients whose goals might be EXACTLY that.

Btw, I’ve already lost 3lbs in 2 days and on my PMS week too (seriously never happens)!

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And as you can see and read, it’s got me in a rhyming mood. Can’t be all that bad, right??!

Want to try but having doubts? Give me shout. We can work it out. 

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.

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!

Corinneahansen@gmail.com

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.

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

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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.

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

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

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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

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

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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.

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

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

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

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Mean Girls and Babywearing


I love babywearing. Carrying my daughter close to my heart, wearing her on my front. She has gotten pretty big. She is a toddler now. And I’ve had some concerned comments from friends and family asking why we haven’t transitioned to back carries or like using the stroller. My reasons:.

1. She is light.

2. I am stronger than I have ever been in my life (thank you daily workouts)!

3. Back carries mean I miss out on valuable lessons and conversation with my strong little lady. Conversations like this one…

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On one of our walks along a busy road in our city, we passed by a school on what looked like some free time they were having outside before school ended for the day.

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A group of 4 girls were sitting on the top of a hill, beside the school building, overlooking the road we walked along. They had to be about 11 or 12 years old.

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Narra quickly pointed them out even though we were about 40 feet away. 

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“Girls! Look at the big girls, mommy!”

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“Yes! Look at them having fun!” I smiled at Narra. She loves noticing older kids. She has been watching them run, jump and play since her neck could support her baby head and follow along with their movement. 

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As we walked a couple more steps down the sidewalk, the other side of the building came into view and what I saw there made my heart sink.

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Another girl, same age, sitting alone. Looking sad. Right away I knew what was going on there. This girl wasn’t part of the group. And I could tell she wanted to be.

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I have been blessed with a daughter with empathy skills from the get-go. I think it was at 9 months, we were at the playground and she pointed out a boy who was crying and said, “Boy sad,” and looked up at me with sad puppy dog eyes. I had to give HER a hug to comfort her.

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Before she could talk, she would crawl over to me in the thick of my postpartum, when I would be having a bad day, and sit in my lap and hug me.

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She has seen me sob and cry. And I’m not ashamed to say she has been one of the “first responders” on the scene of my tears, as much as I have been on hers. She has seen me fall, but she has also seen me rise again.

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I stopped on the sidewalk. We stopped. I wished I could tell the girl that things would be okay. That those girls probably weren’t her people, that girls can be cruel sometimes. But I couldn’t.

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So instead of helping with the girl, I stood there with my 2 year old daughter and asked her what the girl sitting alone might be feeling.

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“She’s sad.”

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“Yes. She seems sad. I think she might want to play with her friends. But her friends are up there without her.”

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In true Narra fashion, she buried her face into my chest and let out a whimper. She could feel the girl’s pain. I could feel it, too. I have been that girl BY HERSELF. And one day, I fear Narra might be that girl, too.

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But I knew something good could come out of this. A lesson could come out of this.

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I gave Narra a hug and a kiss. We looked at each other and felt happy we were together. And then I told her if she ever saw someone alone who might want to play, she can be a good friend and ask her. That’s how people can be good friends. It will make them feel happy! It might even make you feel happy, too!

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Narra gave me a kiss and I told her I loved her. And that the girl’s mommy loved her too.

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My daughter is two. But it is NEVER too early to teach compassion and empathy. Did she understand all of that? Probably not. But I keep thinking, I don’t always understand things the first time I hear about them. And to me, it is important Narra knows how to be a good person to others not just for them, but for HERSELF. So I will keep teaching her and asking her questions until it makes sense. 

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I am so grateful that I have surrounded myself with women who are just like me. Who see the girls around the corner and don’t leave them there by themselves. I am grateful for my team of ladies, my accountability group challenge sisters who I know, are on top of that hill, laughing and playing but also open and inviting of others to come JOIN US.

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So if you’re the girl by herself, please reach out. You just need to find your people. We can be your people. I can be your people.