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.

I Forgive

“Every day I move toward forgiveness.”.

I have been racking my brain all day on how to express the gratitude I have for today’s meditation. I know it needs to be shared so I will let it flow freely from my finger tips and just write it down already.


I am on Day 20 of 21 of Oprah and Deepak Chopra’s Free Meditation Challenge and today’s centering thought and affirmations really hit me. I listened to it this morning, heart happy and then sad, and then happy because I know the Universe sent me that message JUST when I needed it.


No matter who you are, you have been wronged before. It’s not a matter of maybes or ifs. Everyone has been wronged. Those friendships, relationships, trials and tribulations. Life is FULL of them. One cannot be spared a life of heartache. It is just the nature of growing and learning. 


Some have been wronged more than others. I am among those few.


There have been more than a couple of things that have happened in my life that I look back on and say “I wish that never happened.”


And although I do believe that every obstacle we have faced in our lives bring us valuable lessons, there are some obstacles that I just KNOW I could’ve learned THAT lesson from in another way.


But then today’s meditation stops me from this dangerous cycle of returning to the past.


“Forgiveness isn’t condoning a behaviour or forgetting it ever happened. It is you giving yourself PERMISSION to let go of the past and ACCEPT that what was done has been done.”


Forgiveness isn’t about the other person. It is for YOU. It is you allowing yourself to MOVE ON and RELEASE yourself from what has happened and look for ways to bring LIGHT and LOVE to others.


When you hold forgiveness back from a person, you are not gaining power but rather spending valuable energy. You end up being poisoned by hate. I know because I was there for a VERY long time.


I am tired of living in the past and wasting energy hating those who have wronged me. I am ready to bleed the poison to let it not pass on to the things and people that matter to me most.


So today, I choose love instead.


I choose self-care, self-love and self-respect.


Today, I choose to FORGIVE.


We all have this power to choose love or hate. What will you choose?

I have survived. And so will YOU. 

Here’s a #throwback to my return to the outside world after my first-ever panic attack postpartum.


I’ve been talking to a couple of moms lately who are in the thick of their postpartum and are fighting hard. I’m so proud of them. ❤


Their struggles have reminded me just how severe MY postpartum anxiety was and how far I’ve come.


It’s been over 2 years since my first panic led me to call 911 and eventually get the help I needed to work through my anxiety, depression and intrusive thoughts.


I’m so GRATEFUL to be over that part of my postpartum journey. Because in all honesty, I didn’t really think I was going to make it through.


This picture is of our family at the Vancouver Christmas Market, about a month after my emergency hospital visit and a month into starting on my medication. 


I remember being too afraid to leave the house that night (alone or otherwise), but I remember pushing myself to do it anyway. I also had the support and company of my mom-in-law and husband that night.


I remember feeling so horrible about the awful thoughts swirling around in my head, but forcing a smile for this picture.


I remember shaking while waiting in line for some cheesy noodles, not because it was cold outside, but because I was so afraid that my next panic attack would hit at that moment and I’d feel as helpless as the day I did when I was alone with a screaming two month old trying to get ready for her immunizations.


Today is a different story, and a different feeling. ❤


Today, even though I haven’t been 100% well, I left the house CONFIDENTLY with my two year old daughter, and our myriad of bags draped over our stroller. 😊


Today, even when Narra started screaming in public (which I really panicked over), I remained cool as a cucumber and even smiled at how calm I was during the situation. 🙏


Today, instead of shaking with fear, I found myself laughing while my best friend and I watched Narra make jump after jump from the mall bench and into our arms. 😍


It’s not always easy to look back, especially when looking back means reminding yourself of painful times. But sometimes looking back on the painful past can remind you just how STRONG you really are.


I have survived 100% of my bad days so far.


And so have you. 


So WILL you. 👭