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The health store makes me so happy – bought lots of the goodies I’ve been meaning to get for a while, some to make this – which is deeeeelicious and helpful to “keep you moving” and I don’t mean moving as in like the dancing I did to this song by Fly My Pretties at 6am while I waited for the bus in the dark and cold. I’m talkin’ more about #2 type moving. Both are good kinds of moving, my dancing isn’t to be compared to the #2, just the goodness of doing that regularly. Although eating this bread might make you want to dance – does one really need an excuse to bop along to their fave song while waiting for a bus? Nay. I even threw my arms up in the air when the song really gets into it’s crescendo. I did tone it down a bit when cars passed, didn’t want to look too crazy at that time of day. 


I also picked up some of the missing ingredients from the chia porridge I plan to concoct – so far I have coconut milk, cinnamon, cardamom, almond milk and cacao. Will let you know how it turns out. And for dinner tonight THIS I pre-made the sauce last night while I soaked my lentils overnight. I haven’t made it before but the sauce tastes AMAAAAAAZING!!! Health is wealth 🙂 I will be all up in the blogosphere with photos of my abundance bowl attempt in my next post. 

It is safe to say that I love My New Roots – her, Sarah’s, recipes make me happy and she has a lovely, flowing, light hearted way of writing. Not sure if I ever posted on the “best lentil salad ever” but it surely deserved a post all of it’s own. Much, MUCH happy!


It’s not unusual for me to feel this happy, I have felt happy on a pretty regular basis for most of my life – but I do wonder where it stems from because I am a naturally analytical lass. I read something once about how people with the blood type A should just get up and go when they wake up and not sleep in, and I think, even though there is nothing worse to me than waking up to an alarm and navigating my way to the shower through bleary eyes and pre dawn darkness, if I do get up without snoozing, I seem to function a lot better. Maybe it’s the reason I had a spring in my step this afternoon.

Maybe it’s the kelp powder I bought to help with my sluggish thyroid or the Giovanni conditioner I’ve always wanted but just never purchased that’s making me happy?

It’s funny, I’m not very good at spending money on clothes or shoes (unless I really need or love them) but I can happily spend money, without guilt, on healthy, organic, well meaning treats for myself and my body. 

On my way home from the spending spree, I walked past a little cafe on the corner a couple of blocks away from our new dwelling and I can’t wait to go and try it: Andrews on 8th located on the corner of St Andrews and 8th in North Vancouver. Not a lot of cafe’s in these parts, making REAL coffee (or the coffee a Kiwi is used to anyway), so I’m looking forward to the discovering.



Well, it’s about time I put this computer down and head to my kitchen to concoct bread, bowls and breakfast. Sending my happy vibes out to you all xx

Yoga and my belly

Two things I think of quite often: Yoga and my belly. I mostly think about doing yoga, I think about the good things it brings – the brightness in my cheeks and the sparkly eyes I get after a good session, the oh so lovely feeling of stretching out my muscles and the shaking in poses from the not so strong muscles. I don’t do yoga as often as I would like, due to discomfort in my back (I know, you hard out yogis will say “Keep doing it, it’s wonderful for back injuries!” – I know this, my issue is complex (not an injury) and some yoga aggravates it. I’m working on it, ok?)

One of the things I’m day dreaming about right now is being back in North Vancouver and going to my fave yoga spot: Yogapod

I discovered this place just before summer as I was looking to join somewhere that wasn’t a gym but that offered yoga classes and wasn’t stupidly expensive. I stumbled across the Yogapod website and was pleased to find that they had a 30 day membership that was quite reasonable. The catch? You had to go every day for 30 days. It was a 30-day challenge and I thought “heck, why not! I love yoga, how hard could it be to do it every day?”

It was hard. It was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. Because of my work hours, some days I HAD to do a hot class which I ended up resenting VERY much especially because it was high summer. On the days that you missed a class (which I think I did twice) you had to make it up in a seven day period with two classes on one day. In theory, this idea was great. In practice it was a pain in the ass!! Towards the end of my yoga challenge I was crying in my classes because I was tired and sore and just did not want to be there. But I also didn’t want to give up. For one whole hot class, I did the first few poses and then just lay down on my mat and closed my eyes for the rest of the time. I did feel a bit silly but I was so far past the point of caring what anyone thought of the crazy person lying on her mat, not doing yoga in a yoga class filled with people doing yoga, that it felt so good to just lie there and breathe. Weirdo. It had been said, at the start of the challenge, that if you didn’t feel you could do the class that it was OK to lie down. I owned that.

I managed to complete the challenge and I was so very proud of myself. I have since come to terms with some of the hate I felt for the challenge. Plus, I’ve not stuck to many things in my life (see Every Two Years) so I get a bit chuffed when I have done something I didn’t think I could do… like that 5km fun run I did on a whim (see Run for fun). 

To keep me motivated during the 30 days, I would reward myself with healthy treats. Conveniently located a couple of blocks up and across, was a vegetarian/vegan/gluten free cafe called Buddha-Full. I used to get the Tall Totem about once a week (maybe twice, one week) and it made me happy to be walking home in the sun with my mat tucked under my arm, happy thoughts running around in my mind and a massive smoothie in my hot little hand.

I day dream about Vancouver quite a bit as I try to keep it as present as possible in my mind. I try to think of the things that I loved/liked so that in my mind it’s represented as a happy place; somewhere I want to go back to. I didn’t plan on being in NZ as long as I have been, I should be back in Vancouver already, but plans change and we are at the mercy of immigration so I feel like the more I am in NZ the harder it will be to leave. I don’t want to resent Vancouver for making me be there because I love one of it’s residents and none of my best friends live there. It’s a nice place with a lot to offer and before I left I remember walking home from work and thinking about how happy I was, in general, with my life at that moment. So, I try to have it in the back of my mind as a good place to be. Which it is, I just might find it hard to remember that when I get back there and am lonely and waiting to be told if I’ve been granted permanent residency or not. Perhaps to keep me busy, I’ll do another 30 day challenge 🙂 

The following photo is not to do with yoga or bellies but more just a nice photo that reminds me why Vancouver will hold a special place in my heart…