Binging and purging were what I built my intimate relationships around.

Binge on the pleasure of someone and then experience the pain of not having them around.

& repeat.

I let others binge and purge me emotionally because I treated myself the same way.

Perfection plagued me for so many years expressing its self through bulimia, depression, anxiety & OCD.

The morning of filming this workout, I almost didn't go.

After staying three nights in a motel and zero luck in finding a place to rent in San Diego, I was so scattered.

Thanksgiving was a day filled with tears and uncertainty rather than a holiday of happiness and connection.

Don't lose energy.

Just like a house that needs a steady and firm foundation to keep you safe, your energy requires the same.

Your strength is undeniable, unshakeable, and so damn loving.

Facedown in an upward facing dog this morning, I found myself contemplating trust & where I felt a lack of it.

This solo dolo adventure this past month has brought so much of my old beliefs to the surface. Today especially, heightening a pondering thought.

Where is the line between putting myself first and also honoring others?

I've been on the road for 23 days & counting!

Roaming free and doing as I please. These past few weeks have been the best summer yet.

Traveling during a pandemic doesn't sound like it would be a good idea but I'm soaking up space and sharing it in some really beneficial ways.

The first time I used cannabis was the same day I came out about my bulimia. On my way to Dunkin’ Donuts after smoking with friends, I found myself passed out behind the wheel from a panic attack.

"Accept yourself". 

These words appeared on a fortune cookie the morning my whole life flipped upside down or as I like to see it now, right side up.

As I roll through August, so many memories flood my mind of these past few years I've experienced.