Auckland, New Zealand, I’m Coming For YOU!

I’m so VERY excited to announce that we are headed east this October for an amazing event – almost like nothing else I’ve ever done before!  The amazing people at Huckleberry NZ & I have joined forces up for a special night – Nat Kringoudis & Friends.


Come join me for the special event titled;

Super Stressed & Hormonally Frustrated. How to Use Stress as Your Superpower.

Healthy Hormone Series

The Healthy Hormone Series – Cortisol. Is it standing between you and your excess weight?

Last week we explored DHEA, the hormone that helps keep cortisol in check among other things.  If you didn’t get a chance to read it you can catch up here.  Cortisol is a hormone you may have heard swung around the traps as if it were the Coca-Cola of neurotransmitters – that is, it’s not one bit good for you.  But as you’ll learn, it’s quite the contrary.  Cortisol is one of the many hormones we all need that performs many functions we must tap into to survive.  The issue of modern living is that cortisol is way too often out of control, much like King Kong on a bad day.

Cortisol, produced by your adrenal glands which sit above the kidneys, is that hormone that helps to manage things like digestion as it regulates hunger and cravings.  It’s also important to regulate blood pressure, our sleep/wake homeostasis AND where you might have heard it mentioned most, it’s ability to help us cope with stress.

Cortisol isn’t exactly the bad guy.

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When feeling sick to the stomach just won’t go away…

I remember the feeling as if it were yesterday, the day Geordie was diagnosed. Even the voice of the lady who called me from the Children’s Hospital is still clear in my mind, though I’ve not seen her for years now – a sweet gentle voice, trying to make small talk about the summer time weather. I could dictate the conversation to you now if you asked, a conversation I had play over on repeat in my mind the subsequent days following on from that phone call that changed our lives forever.

That sick to the stomach feeling that happens when we receive bad news is hard to replicate. It’s like stress on a whole new plane. Stress of the highest kind reserved for emergencies. It doesn’t feel like work pressure or conjuring up every part that you have inside you to hustle; I liken that to more-so the taste of adrenaline and my blood pumping through my veins, the type you can feel pulsating.

But the type of stress I associate with heartache feels like your gut has been ripped out and replaced with a big black slab of fear.

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National Ease Day – come join me!

Is it just me, or is every day getting quicker than the next?  Or is it that I continue to add more and more to the ‘to do’ pile?  Day in, day out, I go through every emotion thinking something is wrong – what have I become?  Who am I? I often think, I don’t even know myself anymore.  Eek.  I’m only telling you this today because I know, not for one millisecond, am I alone.

What I add to the the pile is after all my choice and nobody else’s.  Or is it?  Do people have higher expectations, are people more abrupt (you can thank email for that much), ruder, more demanding?  We are all ‘busy,’ all rushing about.  I’m sure the view from Mars has us all resembling a trail of lost ants hustling and bustling across the planet.  Possibly the high expectations we’ve adapted continually have us feeling let down and rushing to the next equally high expectation set to try and gain some satisfaction.

I for one, am a bit over it.  I don’t want to play this game anymore.  But sometimes I’m not really sure how to get off the merry go round.  So rather than focus on what I don’t know, it makes far more sense to focus on what I do.  But more exciting still, you might have seen on Snapchat;

I’m motioning that today, is a National Day of Ease.


Forget winging it, I’m mumming it…

Photo Credit Steph Brown Photography

Driving to work recently, I had the realisation that I’ve had many times before – I was completely failing with the whole working mum/school holiday juggle.  You’ve heard the saying too many balls in the air? Mine were all dropping faster than I could actually think or act, like hot pies splatting on the concrete. It didn’t feel nice.  The kids would talk to me, but I was absent – my mind was on other things, trying to remember what hadn’t been ticked off for the day or the conversations I needed to have to staff or colleagues. Chris would have asked me twelve times to bring magnesium home from work, I kept forgetting.  The overdue bills knocked, not because we couldn’t pay them, but because I just kept darn on forgetting.