This is a Fuck It Post for the Women Who Leave

This is a fuck it post for the women who leave. This is a fuck it post for all the women who have chosen emancipation, as fucking HARD as it is, over the life proscribed for us by the patriarchy. This is a fuck it post for the women who have chosen their hearts and…

May Whole30 with Ilana Grostern

Hello, Internet! You’re ready to GO! You’ve decided that you’re ready to do a Whole30! Whether it’s your first or your 4th, you still feel you could use a little hand-holding and someone to talk to when those cravings threaten to get the better of you. Also, you want to connect with other people in…

For the Sake of Accountability

Just because a person earns a certification does not mean that they are a shining example of perfection in all relevant areas in their personal lives. It simply means that they hold more knowledge on a subject than the average person, that they have passed all relevant testing procedures, and that they have, hopefully, an…

Montreal Group Coaching Session for March

Hello, Montreal! You’re ready to GO! You’ve decided that you’re ready to do a Whole30! Whether it’s your first or your 4th, you still feel you could use a little hand-holding and someone to talk to when those cravings threaten to get the better of you. Also, you want to connect with other people in…

The Makings of a Wellness Coach – A Facebook post from one year ago

It’s rare, because my circles tend to be rather insular, but occasionally I come up against an individual who writes off the connection between disease and nutrition as “an idea”, and I’m completely astonished by this mindset. It’s not a “concept”, the connection between how you eat and your health. We accept that stress and…

The Origins of a Green Witch – Herbs for Fertility

I first dabbled in herbalism some 16 years ago, when my desire to become a mother intersected with my intention to earn a diploma in holistic nutrition. I was so successful at the first endeavour that the second took a back seat and I never completed my studies. But knowledge acquired through active living is…

Why My Scale is Not a Liar

One of the foundational rules of the Whole30 is that, under no circumstances, are you supposed to come anywhere close to even CONSIDERING weighing yourself for the duration of reset. I exaggerate a bit, but I know that for so many, the scale becomes a tool for proving one’s worthiness, and relinquishing dependence on it…

Skin Food for Thought

So I think I mentioned a couple of posts back that I’m going to be turning 42 in March. And though I TRY very hard to not subject myself to social standards that place value on youthful appearance, it is a daily challenge to accept the way that age has written itself on my face. I…

Look for the Root

An example of a socially-condoned attitude that needs to change: “Doctor, I can’t breathe out of my nose.” “You have allergies. Here’s a pill.” Problem fixed. Or is it? In actuality, a new problem has been created which does not address the original problem. Now we have an individual with potential lifelong drug dependency, as…

The Whole30 Changed My Life

In my previous life, my hair would not grow. My nails were deeply ridged. My teeth were subject to deep decay. Malnutrition shows up differently for different people. I made a choice, over four years ago, to choose food over medication to deal with my chronic anxiety, seasonal affective disorder, insomnia, listlessness, pain, and chronic…

Contraction and Expansion

It’s been a long time since I felt in the right place to sit and get my thoughts down. Here I am, now, somewhat settled into a new normal, a new home, a new me, a new beginning, a space full of promise and potential. And so, I settle into a beat up old wing…

Canada’s First Certified Whole30® Coach!

Well, everyone. It is OFFICIAL and I can now use the graphics! * In September of 2013 I did my first @whole30 . I remember presenting the idea to @sircomixalot , mainly to get his reaction because NO BREAD was just the craziest thing I’d ever heard of. And I remember a flash of anger…