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Mirror Work

Self-Care and Self-Love Idea:

Mirror Work. It’s super weird, but REALLY powerful work.

Grab a sticky note, write one of these phrases on it:

“I accept you unconditionally right now.”
“You’re a gift.”
“I love you.”

Stick it on your bathroom mirror.

Look yourself in the eye anytime you go to the bathroom, IN THE EYE, and say what’s on the sticky note. It might feel really strange at first and you might want to avoid this work – that’s really telling no?

Do it for 30 days.

No joke…this work here will change some stuff inside. Promise.

Trust.

You’re worth it. xo.

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Universal Roadblocks

Have you ever been working toward something that feels important to you, only to have the Universe put stuff in your way that slows you down or even stops you??

Those times piss me off. And they make me wonder what the lesson is and what I’m supposed to be learning from the onslaught of frustration that occurs when I’m getting roadblocks from the Universe.

This go around, after a year of playing it pretty conservatively at Crossfit, I decided to start adding more weight and exploring my own personal edges of strength. So, I started adding weight and making some progress annnnnd…

ROADBLOCK #1 – My back started bothering me again after a couple of years being pain-free.

Crap.

Back on the hamster wheel of trying to figure it out. Then, I start to get it figured out and start feeling better annnnnd….

ROADBLOCK #2 – I sprain my ankle doing burpees to box jumps.

Seriously what the f&*k people?

Now after about 4 weeks off of being able to exercise in a way that makes me feel good, I’M GOING CRAZY. I have begun konmari’ing my house (is that a verb?); I want to clean all of the things; and I don’t feel good because I’m not moving my body in a way that pleases me.

I feel like poop.

I’m standing in the middle of my discomfort. I’m standing in the eye of it.

Ever felt like this? What do you do?

For me, this is where some of the philosophy of yoga really serves – unhooking from discomfort and inviting peace in whatever situation I’m in (even if it doesn’t feel good.)

Back to my mat. Back to my breath. Back to moving mindfully and in a way that doesn’t invite injury. And when it’s time, I’ll go back to burpees to box jumps. But until then…abide.

When the Universe is putting up roadblocks, take a breath. Breathe in the idea that everything is unfolding in its own timing for your highest good. If you’re standing in the middle of a Universal Roadblock, slow down and breathe, release and allow…

Namaste, Sarah


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Body Love

I had a colleague ask this week for some suggestions about the weight around her middle. You have to understand, when I look at her she is strong – beautiful – amazing. So that she was asking me reminded me…

We all question our bodies.

And it’s NO WONDER. We’re being fed these crazy images of emaciated women being the norm. It makes every normal-sized woman question themselves.

Maybe it’s because I’m getting older, but my actual giving a crap about what people expect me to look like is taking a nosedive. Most of the time I’m pretty much digging the skin I’m in.

Is that what it takes? Age? Did it just take me turning 47 to stop giving an actual F&*K? Worrying and fretting about how toned my arms are and that my butt is genetically the size of Nebraska? Does it take turning 47 to start enjoying life instead of obsessing about every.little.thing. I put in my mouth?

Do my poor daughters have to doubt their amazingness and their incredible beauty for 40 years? Do they have to question how incredible and strong their amazing bodies are for 40 years? Do they have to wonder what incredible gifts they are to this planet for 40 years?

My God I hope not.

Your body is a gift – to be cherished and adored and celebrated. It is a wonderful machine that does most of the things that you ask of it.  It should be washed in gratitude and loved fully.

When you wonder? Look at what you can do. When you doubt? Hug yourself tightly and remember that the whole of you is a gift. Your machine is a gift.

Replace the awful, punishing words we use on ourselves with love, kindness, tenderness, care. Wash yourself in self-compassion, self-delight, self-love, self-celebration.

Don’t wait for 40 years. I beg you.

Namaste, Sarah


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To Spanx or Not To Spanx?

I’ve been thinking a lot about how aging gives you a different perspective. Back when I was young I was more concerned with “What do I look like?” And now, as a middle-aged woman I am more concerned with, “How do I feel?”

But vanity doesn’t escape me. I’m getting ready to take my daughter to a ball. I pulled out my trusty full-length classic black CK from when I used to need such things. Ten+ years ago…

And let’s just say that things have changed.

It fits (wildly proud of this) but it’s…different.

Since I last wore the dress to black tie fundraisers and the Emmy’s…I’ve had two children and gotten older. My skin is different. My body is different. I’m different.

My first reaction to it was OH.MY.GOD.!!!!!!!

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My second reaction to it was to start looking on the internet for Spanx.

About a half an hour into looking at various ‘support’ options…I started writing a post to my mommy group here in Saint Paul. I knew they’d hold me gently as I embraced the idea that I was going to have to buy some Spanx. Then…it turned into this blog. Because I realized that I wasn’t the only one to war with this decision.

I love myself. I love where I am. I love my beautiful body. It’s not perfect, but it suits me. And everything I stand for as a trainer is all about loving on your sweet self.

So isn’t buying Spanx kind of buying into the idea that I have to look a different way?

I think so. So I stepped slowly away from the girdles and support wear.

I need to think on this, but I’m not sure if I can get around buying it…it buys into something that makes me sad. That I need to suck it all in and be a certain way in order to be beautiful. And…that’s bullshit. I’m just right as I am.

Now…ask me again when I put the dress on to take my girl to the ball…I might have a crazed visit to the department store. But for now…I’m going to sit with it. I’m going to sit with the idea that I’m perfect as I am.

And so are you.

Peace, Sarah


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Rant.

Today I went looking for a little motivation.  Sometimes I’ll look on Pinterest.  Sometimes on Google.  Usually, it’s something visual that will light me up and help me to getterdone.

As I was searching around today, what I saw was a bunch of shaming stuff.  Things about fat crying, about being a loser, about winning and success and determination being defined by how your body looks. Lots of unrealistic images too.

Maybe that motivates some people…

What it does for me is make me roll my eyes.  It makes me shake my head.

Who likes to be shamed into working out???  Why is shame even a part of our daily life?  Shame is a dangerous slippery slope that sucks you in and makes you feel only one thing…shitty.

We’re on the internet all of the time getting bombarded by messages, images, and content.

What are you exposing your sweet self to?  Because let me tell you, I stopped reading fashion magazines about a year ago because the images DISTURBED me.  Who, other than a 15 year old girl, HAS THOSE BODIES?  People who don’t eat…that’s who.

And then on the other end of the spectrum, you get all of these people at 10% bodyfat (or less) in exercise photos making you think that you will LOOK LIKE THAT IF YOU EXERCISE.

Friends.  Let me tell you.  It’s crap.  It’s a shame game designed to pull you in and make you constantly feel less than.  Why?  Then you’re wanting…and spending.  The worry of most marketers is that you will love your beautiful self and feel whole and complete.  Then…the game will stop.  You won’t buy in to the image, the wanting, the forever not feeling good enough.

Ugh.

You are so good enough.  You are so beautiful.  You shine from the inside.  And you are enough.  Just as you are.  You are a gift.  You are meant to share all of your amazing self with this world.

Don’t let anyone’s definitions of what you should be…define you.  Make up your own definition.  And use new words like fantastic, brilliant, outstanding, beautiful, intelligent, vibrant, complete, wonderful, whole.  Not size whatever, or # of lbs., or wrinkle-free, or perky boobs, or cellulite-free, or youthful, thin, blahblahblahblah.

Resolution?  Not today.  Today I write my own DEFINITION of what I am.  What’s yours?

Peace, Love, Joy.

S