Archive | January, 2014

I’m detoxing. And my skin thinks I’m 13.

28 Jan

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How can you make a 28 year old feel 13 again? By having them ditch a dirty diet and watch their skin explode.

Seriously. All this clean eating and superfood munching is supposed to bring about a healthy glow, isn’t it?

Apparently not. Wellness blogger Jess Ainscough – who successfully beat cancer by following Gerson Therapy for 2 years – says your skin goes through a rather shitty stage while detoxing. 

As you stop chucking crap into your system, those nasty toxins come out in various ways – usually through the skin. Ergo, zits.

Ugh. Zits are the pits.

I’d love to be all uplifting and inspiring and find a benefit to this. But I can’t. 

I feel ugly and pimply and 13. And believe me, 13 was not a good year.

So, what to do?

Well, I’m certainly not going back on the pill. 18 months since ditching it and I feel fabulous in other ways – my emotions no longer see-saw, my hips have shrunk and I feel more energetic than ever. 

So I’ll simply keep up the clean eating, continue using my Mukti organic skincare products, drink buckets of water and keep swimming in the salty sea.

I know I’m not the only person to suffer from teenage skin in their adult life. And it’s a superficial concern to have. But it’s a bloody pesky problem and I do hope it clears up soon.

In the meantime, I’m going to put on overalls, bake nasty tasting cakes, play Mario Kart and climb a tree. Cos, ya know, I’m 13. 😉

I try…Mukti organic skincare

24 Jan
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My Mukti goodies!

Most skin and beauty products are full of crap. They make false claims and contain a cocktail of chemical nasties.

I’ve known this for aaaaages, but have never done anything about it. Why? Let’s just put it down to a good dose of laziness, uncertainty and unawareness.

But as I continue my quest to live more cleanly, I can’t ignore the big loud voice that screams, ‘YOU’RE SMEARING TOXINS ALL OVER YOUR FRICKEN FACE!’ whenever I apply my chemist-bought cosmetics and skincare. I know, it’s a really mean voice!

Hunting for natural beauty brands

So I started researching. Spent a good few hours on it. And all signs pointed to Mukti.

The organic botanicals company was started on the Sunshine Coast in 2010. its founder Mukti was frustrated by the lack of natural, authentic and honest products on the market. So she developed her own delicious spread of cleansers, moisturisers, serums, acne treatments, eye gels and more.

All products in the range are certified organic. And they feature yummy ingredients such as aloe vera, shea butter, coconut oil and sweet orange.

Roadtesting Mukti

I picked the cleansing lotion, balancing facial creme, botanique shampoo and conditioner and pink grapefruit body wash.

And because my body is still in a bit of a hormonal minefield – after coming off the contraceptive pill a year ago – I figured I’d try the sebogel. Health bloggers rave about this spot repair treatment.

All of this cost me as much as my rent. But just like eating cleanly, I believe nourishing your skin with natural products is absolutely worth it.

I practically sprinted to the post office today and tore open the box of Mukti goodies!

I’ll give them a go tonight and pop up a review soon. 🙂

* This is an unsponsored post

Positive affirmation – for when the world shits on you

23 Jan

Some days, the world may shit on you…but at least you’re not a Shih Tzu.

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Credit: Wikipedia

Gallop into the Year of the Horse!

21 Jan

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Neiiigh, it’s a new year! Say sayonara to the snake, who brought upheaval and instability in 2013. And welcome the glorious, galloping steed who promises positivity, adventure and strength.

On January 30, the Year of the Wood Horse begins. You may have already noticed a slight shift in your life. Perhaps you’re feeling more impulsive, itchy, independent?

After spending much of the last year planning and philosophising, are you ready to unleash your inner stallion and stride towards the things you want and deserve?

According to Chinese astrology, this is the year for it!

If faraway lands beckon, a business idea is brewing, a new home is on your mind or you have strong feelings towards a potential partner, go after it! 

Saddle up, grab the reins and steer yourself towards your destiny.

For some, the risks may seem frightening. More so for sensitive souls. But there’s reward in risk. So long as it feels right and you seek the right advice if it’s needed (especially regarding finances), the year promises to bring abundance.

Although, experts warn that the Horse year may entice overspending and overindulgence.

So be mindful. 

Last year, it seemed everyone was breaking up, breaking down or broke. This year, we can look forward to fortune, passion, love and light. 

So saddle up and gallop into the Year of the Horse! 

 

 

 

 

Run for your life

19 Jan

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I just staggered home from the most mind-blowing, awakening, astronomical beach run I’ve ever experienced. Finally, I get what those steroided folk always rave about – the exhilarating endorphin rush.

It could be because I scoffed 10 homemade raw cacao balls this afternoon and had superfoods surging through my system. Or maybe after a relaxing weekend, my suppressed inner lion wanted to roar.

It’s definitely something to do with letting go.

Yes, my hypersensitive, anxious soul let go. For one hour. And it was so fabulously freeing.

Slapping big broad feet on the wet sand, jumping over drain pipes, dashing into the surf to cool off, letting my hair get sticky and matted and wild. Feeling flushed.

Basically, not giving a fuck. 

Preeetty sure I looked like a mad woman. Smile plastered across my face, running at a frantic pace.

Running. For. My. Life.

I ran three and a half lengths of Manly Beach. Without a stitch in my side. Without a rolled ankle. Without losing my breath. For seven or eight kilometres. Usually I struggle after four.

It felt like a fire – starting off with a flicker and fast turning into a gigantic fireball. Dare I say it, it was almost orgasmic. Every inch of my skin tingled. It was magic.

Powering me along was a remix of ‘Strong’ by London Grammar. There’s something about the pulsing beat, building tempo and powerful lyrics that spur me on.

I’ll be back at the beach tomorrow. I hope to get high again.

I can’t relaaaaax, I’m anxious!

19 Jan

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For years, yoga instructors have told me to ‘relaaaaax’. Massage therapists have told me to ‘relaaaaax’. And yesterday, a new friend who’s training me in a new sport (I’ll tell you all about that once I’ve pitched the magazine story about it) told me that to truly master the technique, I needed to ‘relaaaaax’.

I know this. I’m aware of the tension in my shoulders and neck. Aware I look worried a lot of the time.

But I just can’t relaaaaax!

Meditation, massage, yoga, willing myself to chill out…they all feel incredible at the time, but then I go back to being tense.

So what’s the deal?

I’ve realised it’s not tension, it’s anxiety.

That’s a tough thing to admit. Moi? Anxious? Quelle horreur!

But yes, it’s there.

Apparently when I was 8, I ran home in tears and told my mum, “I’m not going to pass the TEE!” The TEE are university entrance exams. That you take in year 12. Yup, I was anxious about something 8 years away.

Walking into a room full of people has always terrified me. Searching for a friend in a crowded cafe or bar makes me nervous. No idea why. That’s anxiety for you. And being a sensitive soul. 🙂

So rather than focusing on relaaaaxing, I’m going to address my anxiety.

I’ve no idea how, but the search starts now.

Do you have any tips for treating anxiety (naturally)? Would love to hear your thoughts…

The nomad’s guide to putting down roots

17 Jan

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I can’t sit still. Seriously. Even in the cinema, I wriggle and sigh and stretch and play with my hair. Two hours sat in the same seat? Gah!

It could be because my family moved house seven times before I was eight. And after relocating to Perth, no sooner did we settle in a space, we packed up and found another.

So I say I never really had a home. Houses, sure – and some pretty cool ones (including one that was DEFINITELY haunted) – but no home. We were like nomadic animals, roaming about with no destination in mind. We simply spotted a better watering hole and set off.

And in the past year, I’ve moved four times. FOUR!

I’m now back at the beach in Sydney. And part of me never wants to leave.

But the nomad in me is already itchy. Already restless. Thinking about far-flung lands, wondering if the other side of Manly might be more exciting, more me. Searching for a better watering hole.

So how can we nomadic souls stay still?

Because we really, really want to sometimes. I’m nearing 30 and should probably start thinking about ‘nesting’.

That’s not to say I won’t travel and explore and jump around. But I want to be in a place long enough to make connections, meet likeminded souls, contribute to the community and build my business.

It’s funny. I’ve just finished reading ‘The Life You Were Born to Live’ by Dan Millman. It uses the Life-Purpose System to calculate your path. My life path number 34/7 is described as struggling to commit. To work through issues of trust and security (the main life purpose for 34/7s), I need to stop flapping about, stay still and put down roots.

How?

Well, I’ve started with daily meditation. And by meditation I mean – try to block thoughts about what I’m going to do the second meditation ends. And ignore the itch on the end of my nose. And stop wondering how I’m going to be still in life when I can’t even sit still to meditate. It’s a struggle! 😉

I’ve also started getting out more, and trying to be more open in public. I’m meeting strangers in cafes – a few of whom have already turned into friends who are on a similar path. I’m reaching out to other business owners on the beaches, just for a chat, not to sell. Or I’m just striking up conversations with people on the beach…many of whom probably think I’m a tad cray cray. (All of this, by the way, is pretty frightening for a sensitive soul!)

And I’m expressing gratitude, in the moment. Like looking out at the water and saying, ‘thank you that I get to look at this beautiful view’. Or ‘thank you that this time I had the patience to actually bake the cake, instead of eating all the batter  and feeling really really sick as a result.’ Whatever works, right? 😉

Who knows if any of it is working. But so far, I’m still.

Are you a nomad? How do you sit still long enough to put down roots? I’d love your help!

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