I was on Instagram the other day, as I usually am. I’ve had a love/ hate relationship with Instagram for a long time. But let me start with my love for it (there’s a whole lot of love there). Instagram is incredible- it has helped me to meet some unreal people in the health and wellness sphere, I have some kick arse big name legends cheering me on, and of course, last but not least, I have my killer tribe lighting me up, day-after-day (I hope that’s you *wink*).
I wrote in my most recent newsletter to my tribe about how Instagram can be a visual playground for comparisonitis- fear mongering- and a ‘look at me my life is so playful, colourful and picture perfect’. It’s this ‘picture perfect life’ that makes us think (especially if we haven’t got thousand’s of followers) that our life is ‘missing something’- that our life is shit- or we are doing something wrong…if our life doesn’t look ‘picture perfect’.
Let me tell you this: Anyone can paint a picture perfect life. Anyone. It’s as simple as rolling out your dusty yoga and breaking into some perfect ‘hand to heart’ seated yoga pose, holding a green smoothie to your mouth (that you hope will get you more ‘likes’), laying on the grass with your eyes closed with a caption ‘meditation’ (but you’re half asleep).
My life is so imperfectly perfect, I just love it.
When I came to terms with the fact that my life isn’t all about green smoothies, meditation and rising at 5am ready to hit the gym- anymore (it used to be in my ‘darker’ days)- I was finally able to feel comfortable with the real me. The real me walks around with unwashed hair most of the time (in fact I hate washing my hair!!), the real me who owns 1 pair of high heels which are collecting dust (and I’m soon to donate when I move next), and the real me who never wears make up expect for some bronzer, eye liner and mascara when the time calls for it (like twice a year!).
And the day I stopped caring about these things that I thought I needed to change to ‘fit in’- was the day I actually started to ‘fit in’.
But this wasn’t always easy to show people the real, authentic me. Especially because I’m a life and health coach. …surely you expect my life to be ‘perfect right’ (or at least ‘picture perfect’). Nope. I’m sorry. I’m not for that stuff. When I got clear on my mission, which is for women to ditch rules, restrictions and rigidities around food, so that they can love themselves (and their life)- authenticity, self compassion, freedom and love became the core of what my message is about.
And the day I decided to be authentic- to exercise self compassion- to be free and to love my life, was the day I started doing things differently.
‘Naughty’ things I do as a life and health coach (which I love):
I eat non organic, not sugar free; raw vegan chocolate. I’m not discriminative about my chocolate. If I want chocolate I will eat chocolate. Simple as that. Yes I prefer the taste of organic ‘healthy’ chocolate but hell, if it’s around, and I want it, I will eat the chocolate on offer.
I drink wine and ‘sugar ladden’ champagne. I love a glass of wine and you can bet your bottom dollar when a celebration calls a good champagne is in my hand. I tried to be that coach that doesn’t drink…but it was just swapping one rigid, rule based part of my life (food) for alcohol. Hardly freedom centered (which matters a lot to me!) right?
I eat dessert- often. I’ve written a lot about food related fears here and here. My stance on dessert is a simple one. If you want it, then eat it. Of course it’s not the most nutritious food to eat 24/7. I’m not a coach for the people who can’t stop eating (but I can point you in the direction of people who do). I’m the coach for people who want to eat and live more. So to you I say: Eat a little to live a little.
I eat bread. I’ve come to realise that bread soaks up the egg yolks during my Sunday brekkie so much better than spinach and mushrooms. You’re missing out if you’re not soaking up the best bit of the egg- the yolks- with a piece of fabulously made sourdough.
I wake up and do whatever the hell I feel like. Read: I don’t have a morning routine. So no: I don’t always do yoga or have a green smoothie date with my blender (in fact I haven’t had a green smoothie in ages- because I haven’t felt like one). Sometimes I get up and just ‘sit’ or write to you all, because these activities in themselves are full of love- a guiding light in my life. My mantra: if I don’t love it I don’t do it. Simple.
I have a love hate relationship with yoga and right now it’s not floating my boat. So I haven’t done it in ages. My poor mat is collecting dust, which I’m ok about.
I don’t have a personal trainer and don’t want one. In fact the day I thought I wanted one I tripped over, badly injured my hip and had to cancel my appointment. The universe telling me something perhaps? Head nod.
I think the term superfood is a load of money making crap. Just eat real, food.
I eat sugar, namely coconut sugar (which is still apparently something to ‘fear’ everybody so I’m putting it in the naughty list– please know I write this with sarcasm) and I enjoy every single mouthful of it. This is a scientific fact: Food tastes better with sugar. So lighten the hell up and live a little.
I drink coffee. A cardinal healthy sin (so it seems). I actually had a coffee today because I ran out of decaf and you know what, I love the taste of coffee so rather than deprive myself of this, a little caffeine wont hurt me. Ever.
I sleep in until my body wants me to get up. Read: no 5 am starts or photos with captions like “Here’s my gym clothes ready for my 5am run” or “look at this early morning yoga pose with the sunrise” (I often think to myself “who cares?!”).
I don’t drink water and lemon first thing in the morning. I’d much rather drink coffee. Period.
I would love you to declare the rule breaking things you do, because hey, you love doing them. Be bold, be brave. Hit me up with your comments lovely. Let’s start some bad-ass revolution with ‘love, authenticity, freedom and self compassion’ at the core.