It’s OK


It’s OK to like what you see in the mirror.

No matter your size, hair, shape of your whatever or shade of your skin.

It’s OK to love yourself exactly as you are right here, right now.

No matter how much the magazines and adverts tell you there’s room for improvement.


It’s OK to have a photoshoot and feel like a model.

It’s OK to strut your stuff down the street like it’s a runway.

It’s OK to feel hot. It’s OK to feel sexy as…

Even though ‘they’ think you could be more.

Or worse, he says he doesn’t think you’re hot.



Who am I kidding? It’s not OK.

It’s better than OK.

It’s frigging awesome!

I am perfectly made.

You are perfectly made.

Do not let anyone ever tell you otherwise.

And if you do, please stop telling others how they could be better.

Or that they don’t meet a standard.

I’m sure standards were just created as a means of control.

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I wonder if each one of us loved ourselves fully, completely and without conditions.

What impact would that have on the world?

Surely we’d then see our capacity to love others.

We’d be able to let go of resentment and envy.

Comparison, the killer of self-love, would diminish.

Thank goodness!

What if?


For now, I’m going to keep loving myself as I am.

Right here.

Right now.

Shadows and all.

Lumps and all.

Wrinkles and all.

Wobbly bits and all.

Bright eyes and all.

Thick thighs and all.

Wild hair and all.

Is that OK?

No, It’s not OK.


Thanks for reading x


Oh No, Cardio

On Tuesday afternoon our Crossfit coach sends us a message to the group we’ve created on Whatsapp. This isn’t unusual. We normally send messages this way. What was unusual was that she was giving us a heads up as to what to expect in training on Wednesday. She never warns us. We prefer not knowing what to expect. I don’t like giving the voices in my head any material to work with in their attempt to put me off going to the gym.

Ah we do have fun.

The workout? Well it went something like this…




1 round – skipping

1 round – foot work: bob & weave

1 round – combo of 30s each of:

  • fast punches
  • mountain climbers
  • plank

2 rounds – bag work

1 round – pads


core + push-ups + divine stretching to finish

It wasn’t as awful as we’d both thought it would be but I’d rather not know what’s coming. After the workout we went and had coffee in celebration of Tracey’s birthday the day before. Good times.


Thanks for reading x


That title made me laugh. This is another fitness post. Be warned.

Right, you’re still here. Yay! This was yet another epic training session. Let me take you through it.


  • skipping (I tried the plastic rope this time as I usually use the fabric ones. What a difference! I’m going to buy myself a rope so that I can practice my double unders. Yes, I just said that.)
  • pigeon stretches (I love that today’s warm-up involved stretches.)
  • samson stretches (At this point I wondered what coach had in store for us.)


  • thrusters

Turns out we were going to work up to a 1 rep max on my thruster. Woo! Starting with the bar, we worked to 20kg, then 30kg, then 40kg, then 50kg! Yeah baby! 50kg thruster! I think I’ve got more in me so we’ll work on getting 60kg. Yes, I just said that too.

Conditioning: 21-15-9

  • calories on rower
  • wall balls
  • medicine ball sit-ups

This time I aced those wall balls! I even managed to do the 15 and 9 sets without taking a breather.

Loved. Every. Second.

No one took any photos of this session so I guess I’ll have to work to that 60kg 1RM thruster. You know, so that there’s evidence. Ha ha.

After sweaty hugs with coach Frances and training partner Tracey, I spent some alone time at the beach. I took my shoes off in the car and walked down the walkway. Bad idea. Over 30 degrees Celsius means very hot tar. My feet were burnt underneath but thankfully I could soothe them in the sea. I’m going to miss this place.


Thanks for reading x

A Shorts Story

I love the feeling that I am enough. I love knowing and accepting that I am perfectly made and so I don’t do crossfit to fit my body into a mould. I crossfit (yes, it’s used as a verb these days) because I love moving my body and finding out what it can do.

The journey of self-acceptance isn’t an easy one, especially if you’ve got 30+ years of believing that there’s a better version of yourself to be created. Sometimes you have to jump straight in, right? Or maybe not. I had a training session at the gym yesterday and while I wanted to wear my shorts, I decided to wear my normal tights instead. The reason? I had to take Baby Girl to pre-school and I wasn’t comfortable walking through the school with my shorts on.

After I dropped her off, I was still too early for my session so I opted to go to the beach instead of coffee shop to do some work. I was getting hot in my tights so decided to change into my shorts while sitting in the car. Much better! If you’re wondering what the point is, it’s coming.

Time came for me to make my way to my crossfit box. It was a glorious day. The windows were down and the wind was blowing my hair. Bliss. Then I felt something on my leg. I looked down, rubbed the area. Nothing. Maybe an insect that flew out? It happened again. Then it hit me. It was the wind. I had denied myself the right to wear shorts for so long that my legs didn’t even know what it felt like to have the wind caressing them. Isn’t that just sad? It’s such a lovely feeling when you realise that it’s not an insect. Ha ha. I’m just glad that, a few days shy of turning 40, I finally know that all legs are ‘shorts legs.’

Kahlil Gibran, in my favourite book The Prophet, speaks of Clothes. Before, I loved what he said. Now, I get it.


Thanks for reading x

Go Shorty

Last week was pretty big for me for a number of reasons. The biggest thing for me wasn’t the new PBs but the fact that I wore shorts. Then posted pictures and videos of me in them on Facebook and Instagram. In my mind, I completely opened myself up for criticism but figured that it’s got to be all or nothing on this path of total self acceptance that I’m on. There was no criticism, just support.


Wednesday’s session was awesome! Here’s what it looked like:


  • 400m run
  • bear crawls
  • duck walk
  • OH squats

Super Complex

  • Clean
  • Front squat
  • Push press
  • OH squat


  • 1000m row; then 3 rounds of
  • 20 kb swings
  • 60 plate hops

I failed on 30kg with the OH squat in the complex. So we racked the bar and I tried it again and did it!

I remember when I first started lifting. I hung out in the ladies area of the first gym I went to, never wanting to go too heavy in case I failed. Then, when I joined the next gym, I was too scared to go to the ‘muscle area’ because I didn’t want to fail and look stupid. I always tried to get to the gym when I knew it would be empty so there’d be less people to see what I was doing. I’m so glad that I now know that failure isn’t final and that it’s the failures that bring success. I’m also fortunate to have a great team backing my journey – my coach Frances and training partner Tracey.


Thanks for reading x

Cleaning Up 

For those who didn’t check the category…this is a fitness post. 

If you’re still reading, hey there! 

Monday’s training was awesome. More so because I was tired from the night before, went swimming in the morning and then killed it in the gym after. Whoo!

My training partner, Tracey, was still a bit under the weather but showed up anyway. *fist bump* 

Here’s what we did…

Warm-up: 5 then  10

  • Squat 
  • Push-ups 
  • Step-ups 

Skill – Power Clean 

  • 5 x 15kg
  • 5 x 20kg
  • 5 x 25kg
  • 5 x 35kg
  • 5 x 40kg
  • 3 x 45kg
  • 2 x 50kg 

WOD – 30sec each

  • Box jumps 
  • Ring rows 
  • Rest 
  • Kb overhead swing 
  • Front rack lunge 
  • Rest 
  • Hanging knee raises
  • Kb push press 
  • Rest 
  • Sumo deadlift high pull 
  • Wall balls 
  • Rest 
  • Burpees 
  • Plate hops
  • Die 

OK, I didn’t die and I felt totally awesome  (and sweaty) after this session. I did my first ever box jump after thinking that I couldn’t 💪 Life is good.

Thanks for reading  x

Solo WOD

Yesterday I trained without my training partner Tracey as she is contending with a mean virus. It was just her kind of workout though so it’s a pity that she missed it. Coach had set up before I arrived and waiting for me was the b!tch bike. I hate it like nothing else in that Crossfit box but surprisingly we were friends yesterday.

Warm-up > 3 rounds of:

  • 5 calories b!tch bike
  • 10 squats
  • 10 push-ups

Strength – front squat:

  • 15kg x 5
  • 25kg x 5
  • 35kg x 5
  • 45kg x 5
  • 55kg x 5 then…

every minute on the minute (EMOM) for 5 rounds…

  • 60kg x 3

WOD – EMOM for 5 rounds

  • 10 front rack lunges
  • 5 cal b!tch bike
  • 6 barbel snatches


Awesome awesome awesome workout!

Thanks for reading x

Gone Swimming

Baby Girl has recently started going for swimming lessons. She loved her first lesson so much that she cried for 15 minutes because she didn’t want to leave. It was heartbreaking. Her cries were so absolutely heart sore that, yes, I signed her up for an additional block of classes. Now she goes twice a week.

We both love the water and one of our favourite activities is going to the beach. But here’s the problem…I can’t swim :-/

Yes, I’m a 39 year old from Cape Town and grew up near the beach and I can’t swim.  (You can get over it now and lift your jaw up from the floor.) I have this great desire to swim but also this deep seated fear of deep water. I remember going for swimming lesson at school and doing everything I could to avoid them. If I didn’t get to avoid them, I always tried to be the one to go last and then make my way to the wall as quickly as possible to hold on for dear life.

Not that long ago, on Sunday mornings, I would walk to the local ‘Cally Pool’ for swimming lessons and just know that it wasn’t really going to happen. This time was different. This time, as a healer, I have tools to help me acknowledge and overcome my fears. So I used them and they worked. The Monday night before my Tuesday morning lesson, I used EFT to work on all the fears I had that stopped me from being a swimmer. The video below is me, minutes into my first 30 minute swimming lesson.


OK, so not many people knew about my swimming (in)ability and it’s a pretty big thing for me to share this on here. But today, I received a message to ‘come out of the closet’ and this is me tiptoeing out.

Oh, and now I CAN swim! 

Thanks for reading x

Boxing Time

If there’s one thing I know about a boxing session, it’s that I’ll end up with sore calves when the DOMS set it. I wasn’t wrong! I love boxing and it really gets my heart racing and I work up a very satisfying sweat.


  • skipping – 2 rounds
  • shadow boxing – 1 round
  • bags – 2 rounds

Circuit – 3 rounds 

  • wall balls
  • rope
  • sit-ups
  • kb overhead swings

I don’t know what happened but I sucked royally at wall balls. I think I managed 1, maybe 2. It’s not like I haven’t done them before. Just one of those days? Maybe. I guess that’s the only explanation. So I ended up subbing them with ball thrusters which was much better.

Ah well, I’ll just do them next time 🙂

Oh, I just remembered that I also ended up running outside for about 200m with a ball and I have no idea why.

OK, so there are no pics of this session where Tracey’s son Mike joined us. At the end of training, Mike and Tracey gifted me with 3 beautiful crystals including a stunning amethyst cluster which I’m holding in the photo below.

Sweaty hugs!

Thanks for reading x

The WOD That Was

Ok, so this post is over a week overdue now. But better late than never, right? It was Monday 11th January and we were ready. Here goes:

Warm-up (2 minutes each)

  • skipping
  • b!tch bike
  • row
  • sit-ups,

then we did… 10-20-30

  • spiderman stretches
  • inchworm push-ups
  • ring rows
  • dragonflies

WOD – work 3 minutes, rest 2 minutes for 3 rounds – 6-9-12-etc

  • kb thrusters
  • kb swings
  • knee raises

Geez! It was a great workout. I loved it and hated it but loved it more. My stats for the WOD were:

  • round 1 – 36 reps
  • round 2 – 47 reps
  • round 3 – 41 reps

That was all I could manage but I felt good getting 40+ for 2/3 rounds. Tracey, my training partner, looked so elegant doing knee raises – almost like she’s dancing. Cute.


Thanks for reading x