One of the best things about yoga (if not THE best), is that after each practice, you really do grow and you really do transcend into a higher self. You become enlightened by your own abilities and the miracles of your amazing body. You learn, you discover a lot about yourself, and you gain a great deal of humility. When all of this radiates from ourselves, we put peace into our lives and into the lives of those around us.
Been posting so many food pictures lately…oops? Okay, not really. Don’t care…going to eat all the sesame-steamed broccoli and spinach while I wait for my main dish! :D
Ugh…so good! Simple banana smoothie with coconut milk, vanilla bean, a bit of dark agave, and sprinkles and sprinkles and sprinkles of cinnamon :9 :9
Can I have super powers just for today, so I can pop these in the oven and have them done in two seconds?! Yam fries coated with coconut oil, loads of cinnamon, and amber agave…om nom nom!
Mmmm…made this stoup/stewp (stew + soup?) last night! It’s so yummy! Garbanzo, tomato, onion, garlic, crimini mushroom, spinach! I put it on a bed of couscous :) Comfort food almost.
EVERY BODY
It’s probably just me who’s bothered by it, but I can barely stand it when I see a reblogged picture of a girl who’s wearing just a sports bra and some shorts, or a girl lifting up her shirt to show off her abs or flat stomach, and then see a comment underneath it saying something like, “Her body is sooooo nice!”
“Her body is perfect!”
“I’m gonna look like this soon.”
“Her legs…omg. Perf.”
Drop. that. shit.
I mean, I get it…sure, they might be inspirational, but then to look at it and then want to get “fit” to look like the girl in the picture? It makes me sick.
You are not less beautiful than the person in the picture. You are not less perfect than the person in the picture. We need to stop thinking “fit” and “perfect” or “sexy” or “HEALTHY” looks a certain way! Collar bones, thigh gaps, back dimples, tiny waists, muscles in only certain areas of the body, muscles that are there but can’t be seen (invisible muscles…LOLWTF), what. Just stop.
How about for just this moment, you stop and tell yourself that you have this body and you accept this body? I know, I have my insecurities, too. We all do and that’s normal, but let’s stop looking at these pictures for a bit and look at ours.
I don’t have a tiny waist or back dimples, or a thigh gap. My shoulders are broader than my hips. My stomach isn’t tumblr-flat. But you know what? I’m fucking sexy. Yeah, there will be days when I don’t think that at all, but the point is, this is my body and I have to do what’s best for MY body.
Stop body-shaming yourself, please. Ain’t nobody got time for dat! There is no ideal body. If you want to improve your body, go for it! Don’t let a picture or someone be your goal. Acknowledge your body, work with your body, listen to your body. Also, stop beating yourself up for not working out or for eating a cupcake.
Brush the tumblr dirt off your shoulders and just be your best you. Above all, be kind to yourself.
Namaste.
Overnight oats for breakfast today! Soaked with almond milk and topped with dark chocolate chips, blueberries, cranberries, shredded coconut, almonds! Party in my mouth today :D
UNF…most awesome lunch ever- “cheesy” kale chips and a wrap with garlic aioli, vegan cheddar, red onion, tomato, kale, and sesame garlic tempeh :9
I DON’T LIVE?
So a couple of weeks ago, I went to dinner with a few people from work to a sushi place. Being vegan (and my colleagues know this about me), I ordered a veggie roll and some tofu udon soup. That udon was delicious, by the way. After everyone had put in their orders, I guess it was time for sake bombs.
Dude: “Nohea, c’mon! You doin’ one?”
Me: “Oh, nah…I’ll pass. I don’t drink.”
Dude: “You don’t eat, you don’t drink. You don’t live!”
Me: LOL
I really did get a chuckle out of that. I laughed, brushed it off my shoulders, and said, “To each his own.”
In this day and age, it’s almost unbelievable to hear someone say they do not drink alcohol; and those whose eyes and worlds have refused to open, it is a disgusting consternation to hear someone say they do not eat meat.
No, I do not drink. Yes, I have in the past; but it’s been two and a half years now since my last drink. My dad is a recovering alcoholic, who has been diagnosed with end-stage liver disease, amongst many other illnesses, who’s had family and loved ones crying by his bedside wondering if he will make it, whose life had almost been lost too many times to remember anymore. I have joined him in his journey of sobriety of almost three years.
And my other half, my best friend, my teacher, my strong man…I have joined him in his journey of sobriety of almost seven years. So nah…I don’t drink, and I’m totally okay and content with that.
I don’t live because I don’t eat meat? I have enhanced my life. I have lengthened my life. I have saved lives. Enough said.
Respect people and their decisions, and forgive those who have failed to observe that with you. We are all connected, let love flow.
In light.
So I took a bite of it and then realized I had to take a picture of it because it was a damn good looking sandwich :P Just a simple veggie sandwich! Vegenaise, almond cheddar cheese, spinach, Roma tomato, and red onion…yummy!
I love, love, love and enjoy grocery shopping! It’s an adventure every time. Last night for dinner, I had a concoction of squash (I really don’t know what kind and it’s killing me), brussels, onions, and baby portobello mushrooms, in coconut milk and red curry.
