A Year Without Beer…

nbwc-largeFEBRUARY 1ST 2017 – JANUARY 31ST 2018



WHAT WOULD YOUR LIFE BE LIKE WITHOUT IT? 2017 IS THE YEAR TO FIND OUT. _____________________________________________________________________________

At the end of 2016 I decided that I’d give up drinking for 2017. It’s going to be a big year and I need my wits about me. While I don’t drink heavily or regularly (anymore) I still have many conversations with myself about drinking and whether or not to drink. I’m also profoundly effected by one or two drinks nowadays too. So I posted a little something on Facebook, predominantly to hold myself accountable. I started getting some amazing feedback and before long, No Beers? Who Cares was initiated.

It isn’t some kind of new prohibition designed to make people feel bad about drinking. It’s a movement towards shifting how New Zealanders drink, socialize and helping people become more aware of their beliefs and habits. Non-drinkers on a high-horse aren’t welcome here!

We want people to step back and look at how and why they drink. We’re all about creating a supportive, open network of people who are committing to seeing what their lives are like without alcohol. There’s nothing worse than people who have recently given something up and become all judgmental and annoying.”

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4 Easy Ways to Combat Stress

Manu MeditationFor many of us, from the moment we wake up in the morning until we plonk ourselves down in front of TV at night, the day has been a relentless blur of To-Do lists; worry about things that have yet to happen; less-than-healthy choices and reliance on technology.

For me personally, the result is stress, anxiety and disconnection. Disconnection with body, heart and spirit and the people that matter to me.

Whatever your world view, the stress of the modern world on the human body and psyche can’t be argued. Time saving devices seem to take away time; and a conventional diet, work and the constant pressure to ‘do more’, ‘be more’ takes it’s toll on our health.

Stress, or rather our body’s innate ability to react to stress, was designed to protect us. In primal times stress triggered our nervous system into ‘fight or flight’ to run from predators, to protect our young. But today’s stress isn’t a sudden tiger attack, rather it’s lifestyle stress and it’s constant, it’s chronic and increasing evidence is showing, stress can be a killer.

In modern times we have changed the way we ‘handle’ stress; suppressing it with alcohol; stimulating it with nicotine or fueling it with processed food. Often we then respond with over-exercise, placing further strain on the body and nervous system. This can only be maintained for so long until cracks start to appear.

There is an ever increasing catalogue of evidence that shows illnesses such as adrenal failure, Alzheimer’s, liver disease, heart disease, depression, mood swings, digestion issues and many others could be attributed to stress.

The way to combat stress isn’t to do more, but to do less. To stop. To reset. It’s only when we give ourselves permission to pause and relax that the important process of calming the nervous system down, can begin.

It’s from this place of calm that you find ‘you’.

Here are four easy ways to soothe your nervous system and give your body a break:

1. Develop a regular ‘centering’ practice, like Yin yoga or meditation

In times of pressure it’s really important to be still and mix some ‘down-time’ into your life. Sitting quietly for a few moments in the morning before the day starts and in the evening before you go to sleep, on your breath, will have profound effect on your day. Yin yoga is becoming increasingly popular as a countermeasure to the ‘yang-ness’ of modern life. A very meditative form of yoga, is especially beneficial if you favour intense physical activity like Cross Fit, Running or high intensity workouts.

2. Cut the coffee

This has been a game changer for me. Caffeine stimulates the body to produce the stress hormones adrenaline and cortisol, and in times of stress, we don’t need more of those!

3. Cultivate a diet that supports a healthy nervous system

Don’t let your diet become something that stresses your body. Choose real, unprocessed food, emphasizing fruit and veggies. There are some crucial vitamins and minerals that help in times of stress that profoundly affect the functioning of our nervous system. You can do this both through choosing the right foods and taking supplements. Magnesium, licorice and maca are your adrenals’ best buds.

4. Get outside

Connecting with nature is an incredibly effective way to reset. Take a walk, sit on the beach, walk up a mountain and appreciate a view. Nature and the outdoors have a beautiful way of giving us perspective and helping us feel the flow and energy of life.

The most important thing to remember if you know you’re under stress or feeling run down is that ‘this-too-shall-pass.’ Especially if you take the time to nurture yourself.

Sexy Mama

PussyI’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it means to be a woman. What it means to be sexy, desirable. Someone said to me, just before having Jack that once you start pushing that stroller around the streets, you become invisible. And it’s true.

The first few months, hey, even the first year of being a Mum did NOT feel that sexy to me. Sleep deprivation; not hot. Breastfeeding; not hot for the first excruciating six weeks, but now my most favorite time in the world with my son. It’s intimate and life-sustaining, how absolutely gorgeous is that?

Motherhood changed how I saw myself. No longer a carefree, impulsive spirit, I felt like a boring Mum all of a sudden. I didn’t know how to dress, I didn’t like the extra weight and I saw how much I defined myself in the physical.

I had a drug-free, natural birth. I thought it would be empowering. I did the most female, beautiful thing possible. I created life and brought it into the world. This isn’t just sensual, it’s magical, a rite of passage. But for me, the process of birth and the following few months, felt anything but  magical, I felt like I had PTSD.

Unfortunately most of us women define sexuality and desirability in male terms or by male measures. How much men want us is how ‘sexy’ we are. And a Mama lugging her baby around covered in bits of food and poop, trying to surreptitiously get her boobies out in public to feed, not that desirable.

Things with my partner deteriorated too. That’s a killer on the self esteem and another way I saw how the external was such a huge part in how I valued myself.

But it’s changing. How I mother my son and how I have dealt with the past year’s challenges are fucking sexy (most of the time). The inner strength I’m discovering is really freaking hot. The power I feel as I navigate the world, my company and life’s ups and downs are really attractive – most of all to me. And that’s the key, I have nothing to prove or be to anyone else. Being feminine is about being soft, vulnerable, nurturing, we create community and communication. This is not weakness, being authentic and owning your femininity is empowering. We are, by definition the complete opposite to men and masculinity and I feel like we need to embrace that.

It’s the complete opposite to the women we see on TV, magazines and exploited in music videos and in porn. All a measure of sexuality in a man’s world, with masculine values.

Power to the Mamas! embrace your new body, get strong and healthy. Love the vulnerability motherhood brings and the new sense of what it is to be a woman. Love yourself for all it’s quirks and wobbly bits, love what you have done and love yourself.

The Invitation

The_Road_Less_Traveled_(The_Twilight_Zone)Just before I left New Zealand to come traveling I was given this poem. It’s beautiful, and I’ve been reading it a lot lately. The author is a woman called Oriah Mountain Dreamer, a poet, story-teller and lover of words.

Something about this poem opened my heart and broke it at the same time.

The Invitation by Oriah

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

Granada, Spain

IMG_9488First it was Madrid and now Granada. Europe has been a million times more pleasant to travel through with a baby than South America. I’m enjoying the culture, the architecture and just the general vibe of things so much more. I’ve also been a bit more relaxed and not too concerned about ticking off touristy spots. I’m just trying to enjoy wandering with Jack. Continue reading

Monday Night, Madrid

IMG_9281We just had an awesomely busy day for our first day in Madrid. It started with a run around Retiro Park, with some burpees and a little meditation by a beautiful oak tree. Nothing like a tree to give me some grounding. Aaaah such a yogi…

Then it was work (we have two new retreat packages up on the J&O site!!) and off to the supermarket, both of which were fun because I’m in Madrid.

Our grocery shop for a couple of days cost 30 Euro. The tomatoes are so tasty and parma ham is 1 Euro. Nappies are 5. Shit is cheap. And delicious.

Then I had some alone time as L looked after J. I made fritatta in the hostel kitchen for the team (always a challenge cooking in a hostel kitchen if you’re not making pasta or toast) and then wandered down to national art museum. Admission is free from 7-9pm. I’m glad it was free. I had an epiphany that I don’t actually like art museums that much. The building was gorgeous, and don’t get me wrong, it’s kinda cool seeing something that Picasso painted but perhaps I’m just not cultured enough…


I also had another epiphany about how lucky I am. Sitting in the square by the museum, drinking a 2.00 glass of rose. Amazing. I feel like I may have popped out of a really weird bubble. A pregnancy, motherhood/new mother, sleep deprived bubble. It’s really weird and surreal. I haven’t been counting my blessings, and appreciating how fortunate I am. And also how proud of myself I am for navigating what has been a crazy/beautiful/challenging year.

A Hard Day’s Night

Up at 5.30am after 7 night wake-ups. One of which lasted two hours. My body and what it is capable of considering a year of sleep deprivation astounds me. I keep thinking ‘this can’t last, it has to stop soon’ and yet it continues night after night. We were doing a bit better in NZ and now a cold, bad cough and jet lag have compounded the situation. Poor little Nugget. Poor Mummy. And now poor Emily as she has to share a room with us insomniacs. Fortunately it seems like she is a heavy sleeper, and also has a great pair of earplugs.

Acceptance. It only comes truly when faced with something completely unacceptable. Jack’s sleep feels like that to me, although I know I haven’t quite accepted the fact that this is what he is like, that this is just what life is like right now. I can’t accept it. I keep desperately clinging to visions of a future where there is a full night’s sleep waiting for me. To sink into blissfully and completely. I keep hoping and praying it will change, that I’ll get five hours in a row sometime soon. That’s all I ask. Five. Solid. Hours.

Talk about an obsession. Sleep. No wonder this is used as a form of torture. I get it. The adrenaline surge hits me the worst at about 4am and then I just can’t switch off any more, hence I’m sitting on the toilet floor writing this. The irony is that this is also the time that Jack usually goes into a deep sleep for a couple of hours.

All that nonsense aside, The Netherlands have been wonderful so far. Amsterdam is now one of my favorite places; the people, the buildings, the history…all of it. Even exhausted it’s an incredible city. And we got to hang out with my cousin Sahna and her little boy Ethan. Cuzzie-time. We’re in Rotterdam, a tidy, modern Dutch city where bikes rule the roads and the zoo is epic. Our hostel/hotel has an outstanding breakfast buffet, the thought of which kept me going through the night.

Today we shoot my first episode since re-joining Luke on the trip. It’s at a an abandoned water-park that’s now being sued as a sustainable mushroom farm. I’m looking forward to it. And then hopefully a nap afterwards.

Hello, Good-bye City of Angels

Bird's Eye Los AngelesAfter a f’n nightmare of a flight, perhaps even the worst we’ve had out of about 35 flights in the past 6 months we arrived in LA.

I have to say, Air New Zealand needs to sort out the design and placement of their bassinets. Crawling under that every time you need to get outI’d pick a seat with a spare one next to it any day of the week.

The best part was that the two touch TV screens are basically in the bassinet with the baby so if bubs realizes that touching this big black square thing turns it into a flashing big black square thing, all is lost. I spent two hours hunching forward over the bassinet doing my ‘lie-down, lie-down’ repertoire as Jack sat up, touched the screens, I turned them off again and he lay down. Two hours.The days of watching a couple of movies and reading my kindle…where did they go? And most importantly, why didn’t I appreciate them more?

I have never been known as a patient person and if I’m tired I have a pretty short fuse. I am constantly amazed at my patience with my son. Of course at times I have to walk away and have more than a few deep breaths but the depth of my tolerance has surprised me, and my parents.

However, after two hours of this I was in tears and very, very fortunately for me the flight attendant let me camp out in the back row for a few hours with Jack sleeping across two seats. Everything was a bit easier just a few weeks ago when I could just feed him to sleep and if he woke up, boob-back-in-there worked a treat. He’s too old for that now. Bugger.

My day in LA was very grounding. With only one day here I had to prioritize. I got to practice yoga with one of my fave teacher’s at his new studio Yogaraj and then have lunch with him and another best yogi friend. Jack’s LA Babcia (Polish for Grandmother) baby sat. Then we took a little trip to Whole Foods and the day was complete.

It’s the littlest things that make such a huge difference now. A-four hour stretch of sleep feels like eight, going for a pedicure is like my birthday and Christmas rolled into one, quiet times reading my book are like I’ve died and gone to heaven, a yoga class feels like a week-long vacation from myself.

And then there’s the other little things, like when Jack gives me his soft little open mouth kisses or reaches his little hand up into mine or watching those wobbly little kegs get stronger and more stable and hearing him say ‘Mum-mum.’ Those little things are the very best.

Hit the Road Jack (and Claire)

IMG_7591I’m about to hit the road again with my little Muffin. He’s a little bit older, a little bit wiser and a lot more active. It will be interesting.

We’ve ticked South America off our list and while it was challenging, to say the least, there were many moments I will treasure and many, many places I am so thankful to have seen.

What did I learn from those first few months on the road?

I learned that a) traveling with a baby is hard, b) traveling with a baby is a great weight-loss tool, c) traveling is hard on relationships, and finally, d) no nanny at all is waaaaaay better than a half-assed, faux “Manny.”

I also saw some pretty gnarly dark things in myself and how I deal with work-based relationships, particularly when my son is involved. I also saw the importance of understanding and setting expectations – when there is ‘grey area’ there is trouble.

I also learned that I don’t like blogging/writing when I’m stressed and tired. So this time I’m going to really make an attempt to keep on top of at least a blog a week. The fact that we have Emily our new nanny with us is going to make all the difference. It will be incredible to be able to leave Jack with someone who is inspiring, active and fun and understands the concept of being a nanny. Most of all, she wants to be the nanny. I have so many thoughts on (some) men’s attitudes towards child-raising and childcare…but I’ll keep those to myself…

I’m setting sail armed with a lot more knowledge and tricks but one thing I have learned is that, I know nothing. Babies change, almost daily. Flexibility is the key, communication a must and most of all knowing that if everyone is honestly doing their best, then nothing more can be said.

I sleep, therefore I am.

Sleeping womanLast night my one-year-old son slept 5.5 hours hours in a row. A mundane fact to most, but for me, it is a ‘Hallelujah!! Explode with pride and momentous amounts of relief moment.

The best part is that I slept too. Five hours, a record since his birth a year ago.

At four-months-old Jack went from waking 1-2 times a night to waking almost every two hours. This has continued until now. Nine months of broken, interrupted sleep. Sleep that is not refreshing nor do I look forward to bed. I never remember my dreams like I used to and wake feeling like the day will be impossible. It has been incomprehensible, unacceptable and combined with four months of travel through South America, a recipe for self-destruction.

Being a Mum is the most physically demanding job I’ve ever had. I thought my natural, water birth had pushed me to my limits. I was wrong. Give me eight hours of agony over a year of haphazard sleep any day of the week.

Sleep depravation has broken me. Broken me to a point I had never experienced before. I knew something was seriously wrong, the grey haze never lifted and I kept wondering if I was ever going to feel excited or happy again. My vulnerability became needy, desperate. I was/am argumentative, moody and emotional. I have been exhausted. I have seen how easy it is to become a martyr, a nag, a whiner. Like anyone in the throes of extreme sleeplessness I became irrational and manic. Jack’s sleep and naps were an obsession, the boredom of this obsession hurt my brain.

The constant hit of adrenaline and cortisol as you’re jolted from sleep every few hours plays havoc with your nervous system. I gave up coffee as after a cup I felt like I was going to have heart attack.

The strain on a relationship is heavy. I’d heard the first year after after having a baby tests even the strongest of partnerships. But if there are already cracks, then they widen until there is so much distance it’s a crevasse. Throughout this there are always choices, but tiredness makes the best choice hard. Tiredness and stress gives the subconscious power, autopilot is easy. You can choose to go deeper together, or belay the ‘f’ out.

Like depression, you can’t see any way out of it. For a few weeks I seriously considered anti-depressants, something I never thought would ever ‘need’. But the thought of some kind of reprieve from the greyness, the anxiety, the cortisol was like a soothing balm. I needed I short break, a rest from my mind.

I read this statistic. “Over 50% of post-natal depression can be resolved in a few days when the baby learns to sleep through the night, i.e the link between maternal sleep depravation and depression is very strong.”

It made me feel better. Like I wasn’t going nuts. Like I would make it.

Meanwhile you continue to love your child deeply and unconditionally. You give and give and give. The well of love is endless. Mother Nature made this bond possibly the strongest of all. The survival of the human race depends on it. The will to look after your baby usurps the will to look after yourself. Each morning their smile makes it all worthwhile.

And the crazy thing is that I wouldn’t change it. I wouldn’t change him. If I could afford a full-time nanny to take over I wouldn’t want that. What I have learned and seen about my Self cannot be unlearned and Jack knows that no matter what I will always be there for him, even at night.

When I arrived back to New Zealand those closest to me saw it before I did, my brother remarked I had become very ‘serious’ and my Mother, well she was just worried. It wasn’t that I didn’t recognize myself, I felt extinguished.

A sleep deprived new Mum needs as much help as she can get. She needs compassion, understanding and support. She needs home and family and friends. She needs her Mother while she is being a Mother. She needs people who will allow her to prioritize herself again. She needs sleep. She also needs exercise, vitamin C and Magnesium.

This lowest point for me exposed so much of myself I didn’t even know was there. Sleep deprivation didn’t cause the anger, the sadness, the emptiness, it exposed what was and is there. It’s not the situation that’s to blame, the situation just triggers what’s deep inside. And with no will to muster the energy to call on a ‘personality’ to cover this the darkness up, it’s right there exposed and it’s ok.

Motherhood keeps me learning and relearning all that I thought I knew about myself.

He is still sleeping like poop. He just can’t switch off for long. I’m hoping it means he’s a genius. Anyway, that one night of 5.5 hours was a cruel tease as the next day he got a cold and conjunctivitis. Murphy and his f*cking law.

I do know that it won’t last forever. And finding grace and dignity in this situation is something I’m working on. What doesn’t kill you, will either make you stronger, or bat-shit crazy.