Let’s face it: when you start your affirmations practice, you very quickly realize that you’ve got your work cut out for you. For every positive thought that you think on purpose such as, “I deserve to live a life I love,” you’ve literally got a gazillion negative ones, such as, “You’re not enough and you never will be,” screaming at you.Read More
From the moment we are born, we learn the importance of our numbers.
What was your weight and length at birth?
How many teeth do you have, little guy?
How many words do you know?
What did you get on your report card?
Self-love is a lifelong journey.
I say journey because it really is a traversing of the self. You’ll find yourself in your own version of the Odyssey and the Iliad. You’ll be faced with circumstances, people and things that reveal to you all of the places inside of you that need your attention, healing and self-love. You will be challenged to examine and let go of any belief that doesn’t serve your highest good. You’ll be pushed outside of your comfort zone and asked to see things from a different perspective (and not the same rabbit hole you frequent day in and day out).Read More
Real talk, HB: you are the most important person in your life.
You are the vehicle thru which your entire life is lived. You are the only person in your life that will be there from the very beginning until the very end. You are the person who is with you as you stand atop life’s mountains and you are the person who comforts you when you are in the depths of life’s valleys. You are the person who bears the brunt of your negative thinking and self-sabotage. You are the one who is affected by years of chronic stress and family drama. You are the only person in your life who knows 100% what it’s like to be you.Read More
The first time I tried Ashtanga yoga, I went home and cried after class.
It was so hard and I felt so out of shape. I didn’t even do much, either. My teacher, Tim, showed me Sun Salutation A and B, which I clumsily stumbled thru the best I could.Read More
I’ll admit that when I first heard the term “self-love,” it sounded like some code word for masturbation. 😬
While I learned the importance of loving myself, I’m not certain I ever knew that there was a specific term to denote the process. However, you’re talking to someone who didn’t know there was such a thing as hot tea until I was 16 years old. True story. 😬
I digress.Read More
LaTisha’s Answer: I need to forgive myself for all of the times that my actions and my beliefs have not lined up. The truth of the matter is that it doesn’t matter what’s going on or how anyone else in my life is behaving -- I am always in control of my thoughts and actions. Five year old logic such as, “Well, he/she did this and that’s why I’m behaving the way I am” simply doesn’t fly.Read More
Taking care of ourselves intuitively makes sense. If you don’t eat healthy, exercise, or get enough sleep, you’ll more than likely get sick and/or feel like crap. It’s a pretty simple concept to grasp. However, simple does not necessarily mean easy. In fact, self-care is downright difficult, especially when it asks us to change our #1 widely held belief --
"I don't have time."
What if I told you that the best thing you can do for your company's bottom line is to take care of yourself?Read More
Real talk -- January was pretty rough, Honey Bunny.
My “New Year, New Me” endeavor didn’t go as well as I had planned. I went to the gym five days straight and then my left knee said, “No más, LaTisha.” I’m talking barely can stand, hurts to walk pain that I’ve never had before. What did I feel?
Embarrassment -- Who goes to the gym and, in the first week, blows her knee out? Really?
Fear. -- Omg, am I gonna need surgery?
Beratement -- LaTisha, wtf is up with you? Get your crap together and let’s get going. We got stuff to do and we don’t have time for your laziness and your complaints. You don’t see the other new moms on IG having these issues. They look fabulous and so do their babies. (In all fairness, Lyric is so yummy that she could wear a baby potato sack and still look fabulous.)
Oh, and I’ve got this funky wrist thing going on, probably from being on my smartphone too much. Smartphone got me feelin' mad dumb right now. See what I did there?!?!
Not to mention the up and down journey that is breastfeeding. I’ll spare you the details.
All the while I keep asking myself, “Why have moms not taken to the street to riot?” This stuff is hard. Being present for my business, my body, and my daughter while trying to get ample sleep and eating healthy. I’m lucky if I remember to shower. Disgusting and true.
I often feel so very defeated. I have collapsed into tears more often than I’d like to admit.Read More