That Day in June, we had a conversation in the van. “I think we should probably throw in the towel,” Husband Jamie said, “it’s been a long while and nothing’s happened. And I’m turning 40 soon. I don’t think I want to start a whole fertility process.” “It’s been almost five years,” I agreed, nodding, “and I don’t want to start a fertility process, either.” We weren’t officially “trying”. We hadn’t wanted to put a…
Q: How do you feel about massaging women? A: Most of my clients are women. I feel that I’m able to give a good, therapeutic, intuitive massage. I’m not judgmental of women’s bodies; I treat all of my clients with the respect they deserve. Q: And how about massaging men? A: In my experience, men who ask for a male therapist usually want deeper tissue massage, which is great for me because that’s what I…
Got my red belt in karate this weekend. My first coloured belt; I’m no longer the lowest on the totem pole! My gi has pizzazz now: and I’m proud fit to burst. So often, in the dojo and out in the world, I see people brushing off their achievements. “Yeah, I just ran a 10k, but it’s not like it’s a marathon or anything.” “I did just work for 5 years to lose that weight, but…
In April I had the opportunity to speak at a Women's Business Network breakfast, and I spoke about a topic that I deem extremely important. Read on to find out how to start listening to the language of your body. Your body is great. I’ve said this before in another blog post, and I mean it. Listening to the language your body speaks enables you to give it what it needs. When you respect your…
I love treating runners. I love, love, love it. Not because I’m a runner myself, and not just because runners tend to be concerned for their own health and well-being (although I do love that about them). Runners are a cohort of people that have an energy all unto themselves, and I love being a part of their journey. I’ve been a runner now for 13 years. Prior to 2002, I was an outright non-runner;…
I’m on a mission to “create space” in my head. That was part of my homework when I had my nutritional consult with Karen, and I’ve been searching for it ever since. Meditation is the obvious choice for opening the mind, but meditation, it should be said, is like stabbing myself in the eye with a fork is not really my thing. I can’t picture myself sitting cross-legged doing nothing but contemplating for any length…
I’m standing naked in front of my full-length mirror. This is my exercise in exiting my comfort zone today, and boy, is it ever working. Having grown up in a rather liberated household, I’ve always been comfortable disrobing in front of others in a change-room, or around family. Disrobing in front of myself for the purpose of affirmation, however, seems terrifying by comparison. During yoga training this weekend, we spoke a lot about our comfort…
I’m staring at my feet. I’ve been staring at my feet for the last two minutes, trying not to distract myself. My feet are planted into my vibrant purple yoga mat. My knees are bent just a little, and my upper body is flopped over, my arms hanging down by my feet. Context starts to creep in: wow, I really need a pedicure. How long have I been in this pose? Sounds like that baby…
Last night, I laced up my new sneakers and went for my first run of the season. Here’s a snippet of my inner monologue: Oh wow. Amazing. These shoes feel so comfy; I can’t wait to tackle this run! Ugh. Definitely not moving as well as I did the last time I ran. It’s ok. Keep on trucking. It’ll improve. Ok I have a cramp. It’s probably time to take a br- what? It’s only…
I’m healing this week, from a bit of a wounded pride. I have tried and failed to do at least 4 fitness shows. I did succeeded once, but in hindsight, I feel like I might have only succeeded at the hands of Trainer Jamie, who basically pulled me along and made decisions for me. This time, with only me at the helm, I failed. Or did I? At the beginning of this fitness journey, I…