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My a$$ is two sizes bigger overnight! WTF?

You ever have those days that your ass apparently has grown two sizes overnight?

I have those. I wake up and I am like, “What in the actual f(*&?”

But I remind myself that it’s an illusion…it’s all in my head.

There isn’t any WAY to gain two sizes in my sleep.

Back in West Michigan, I interviewed a recovering bulimic. She was an Olympic medal winner who was outspoken about her disordered eating. She told me that when she has those days, she thinks hard about what’s stressing her out. For her, stress = illusion of weight gain. Once she could figure out her stressor, she could be like, “Ahhhh…that’s why.”

So what do you do when you wake up and feel this way?

Change your perspective.

Here are some tools that may help when you wake up and feel uncomfortable in your skin.  Click here if you want to print them out  and stick them up by your full-length mirror.

  1. Be tender with yourself. Instead of immediately unleashing self-loathing, be spacious and kind. “Oh look it’s one of those days today.”
  2. Walk away from the mirror and breathe.
  3. Come back to the mirror with eyes closed. Tell yourself, “I am beautiful. I am perfect as I am. My body is a gift. I love myself.”
  4. Open your eyes.
  5. I’m not kidding…how you SEE YOUR BODY WILL BE DIFFERENT.
  6. Simply by changing the internal narrative, you can change your perception.
  7. Think on the power of #6 and how you can apply it to other areas of your life.

Give it a try and let me know how it goes.

Want more tools to help stop the voices that say you’re less than, not enough, not the right size, imperfect in all ways??? Sign up for my Love The Skin You’re In Course starting July 1st. 

So much peace and love, Sarah


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Cut the crap…

February is Self-Care and Self-Love Month. Here’s an idea:

Start really noticing what you’re allowing in…

Not so very long ago, I loved fashion magazines. (I know it’s hard to believe because I look like a sweaty mess most of the time, but I love fashion.) But I started noticing that sometimes I felt crappy after looking at the magazines. I somehow felt…not enough or less than when I exposed myself to them.

So, I stopped reading those magazines.

I don’t seek out stuff that triggers my ‘less-thans’ (fitness sites, social media, some people’s websites, fashion magazines, RHO___.)

I especially avoid them on those those days when I just feel a little poopy. On those days, I make sure that what I’m putting in supports the whole of me – feeds the real and essential me.

Also, consider dropping the stuff that agitates you and pisses you off. Politics get you all wound up? Maybe step slowly away, or control your intake. Maybe start blocking people in your feed that keep posting disturbing things.

Start noticing the crap that makes you feel like crap and serve as the gatekeeper for your own beautiful self.

You’re worth it.


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And I said to my body…

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The first time I saw this…I wept. The biggest gift of self-love we can give is to set down the battering stick that we use on our bodies.

Our bodies are miracles. They hold us up, move us around, allow us to express and receive love. They heal us, allow us to feel, and think.

We are. YOU ARE a miracle wrapped in beautiful package.

Make peace. Spend the energy that you’d normally spend on flagellating yourself, loving yourself.

You are so worth this gift.

Namaste, S


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It’s all going south.

I like it when three completely different things present themselves to you as gifts from the Universe and they all illustrate the same thing in different ways.

First thing – A conversation with my neighbor Joan. We were talking about our parents getting older and how difficult that is for us to see. For each of us the takeaway was to MOVE AS MUCH AS WE CAN, WHILE WE CAN.

Second thing – I’m at the gym in the changing room and the beautiful women of the Water Aerobics are drying off and naked. And most of them are senior citizens. They are laughing and seemingly at home and content in their bodies. They are beautiful. They are fit. I admire them. I want to be like them when I grow up.

Third thing – a woman came to my class. Lovely, strong, full of life. She is living with Multiple Sclerosis. And when I asked the class to run down a hill, she wept. She wept because she used to be able to run down hills, and now she can’t. Now, with a determined look on her face, she concentrates on her balance and she walks down that hill. This woman was a runner, a mountain climber, a MOVER. She grieves the loss of ability in her body, and yet pushes herself to do her very best in what she CAN do.

We spend a lot of energy….wait, no, we WASTE a lot of energy disliking our bodies and wishing that they were different. So much energy wasted despising, wishing, working, coveting, loathing….

And here’s the deal people. It’s all going south. For each and every one of us eventually….it’s all going south. Eventually the skin sags around the muscle and things loosen up. Unless you are going to get a body lift (is there even such a thing?) it’s coming for all of us…

So when are we going to love ourselves? Love this shell that we’ve been given that holds our beautiful selves? Take care of it, move it, stretch it…but moreover – be grateful that we CAN do what we do.

If we take a wider view of our beautiful selves…not so myopic on our bellies, butts, jiggly arms, sagging jowels and zoomed out a bit. Maybe we could see how lovely we are as a whole. How nice it is to be right where we are…right here, right now.

Love the body you’re in. It’s part of wellness. Let go of the blaming, shaming, self-disgust, frustration. Embrace love, admiration, celebration and delight.

Please. And please stop letting marketing and sales geniuses define what beautiful is. It’s crap. Healthy? Yes. Eating well because it contributes to your wellness? Yes. Moving because it makes you feel good inside and out? Yes. But dieting yourself into submission because people say that’s what size you ‘should’ be? No. Working out obsessively because you want to look like xyz? No.

It’s all going south people.

Until then. Love your beautiful selves. Be grateful. Delight in yourself. Focus on health and wellness. Spread love around to others….and to yourself.

Peace,
Sarah


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The Horrors of Bathing Suit Shopping

Here was my post on Facebook:

Sarah’s devil voice: OHMYGODIFLIPPINGHATEBUYINGBATHINGSUITS
Sarah’s angel voice: Self love sister. Self.love
Sarah’s devil voice: BATHINGSUITSHOPPINGISHORRIFYING ANDMAKESMEFEELPOOPY!
Sarah’s angel voice: ommmmmmmm. Deep.breaths.deeeep breaths. It’s just a damn bathing suit.

The rational mind and the irrational (seriously) mind at war with each other on a playing field that EXHAUSTS ME.

I teach every client, every student, my little girls – YOUR BODY IS A GIFT. Enjoy it. Cherish it. Love yourself. And yet, here I am – self flagellating in the face of buying a bathing suit.

If you think trainers don’t do mental gymnastics about this stuff, you’re so wrong. The pressure to look a certain way plagues us – “People expect me to look uber fit, so I need to diet myself into submission and look like an Athleta model.” It’s enough to give me an ulcer.

And it is EVERYTHING.I.AM.STANDING.UP.AGAINST.

But I have to stop myself from jumping on the hamster wheel and I have to reallllllly talk myself down. I have to talk to myself like I talk to anyone I work with.

You are perfect.
You are beautiful.
Your body is just a container for your beautiful self.
It doesn’t define you.
Love yourself.
Celebrate your amazing-ness.
Let go of the pressures the world has put on you to look a certain way. That is stuff from the outside.
You are made up of more important things – stuff from the inside.

So – I ordered the suits. And you know what? I’m going to wear them and run around and go swimming and stand in the face of my husband’s love with pride. Because I love me. And I hope I can pattern that for my kids, and my clients, and my friends, and people everywhere.

Screw you unrealistic images of women in bathing suits. Screw you society’s expectations of what I’m supposed to look like. I love me and am not going to use you as a barometer of how I should look.

One drop causes a ripple causes a wave. Let’s do this people.
Peace,
Sarah