zoe & the beatles

a girl on a mission for self-love…with her four best friends in tow!

Month: July, 2011

self-love sunday

i’m glad the week is coming to a close.

not because it was bad. and not because it was good. but because i am at home. i am with family. i am basking in sunshine, laughter, love, and food. i looked forward to this day all week. something about coming home, particularly after a challenging week, grounds me always. like returning to your roots, you know?

this week i experienced a few miniature revelations. i read a book. i climbed. i ran. i worked (a lot). i cried, i laughed, i shared, i listened, i hugged. i end the week happy, unlike how i started it on monday, sad and vulnerable.

today i woke up early, dressed for the foggy weather, and drove down the freeway to my home town. to my family. to the farmer’s market. i intentionally skipped an at-home breakfast, favoring a farmer’s market fresh breakfast instead: a cup of really good coffee and a homemade muffin. it sounded lovely to me. i offered my grandma a piece to which she responded: “no thanks. i don’t eat muffins. too fattening.”

and i decided right then and there i always want to eat muffins. i decided i would rather eat muffins in all their fattening glory than ever again tell myself ‘no’. i decided eating muffins after years of denying them felt kind of like a release. me, the forever calorie counter, eating muffins. eating cake. eating foods deemed “too fattening”. sometimes the ways self-love makes itself known surprises me.

now, if you’ll excuse me, homemade italian marinara keeps wafting down the hallway. i’ve got a meal to enjoy!

the best part of your week was…?

namaste

zoe

thank you & some photos

wowwowWOW.

really, all i can say is wow. your comments so continually bowl me over. thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for all your kind, encouraging, sweet words. they are very much appreciated. you all know how to make a girl feel less alone and inspired :) .

since last post was fairly heavy, i think i’ll focus on the light today. because there has been plenty of light in my life recently. contrary to the picture i painted for you all in the previous post, i am smiling and laughing constantly through all of this. i’m taking more chances. i’m detaching myself from the subsequent outcomes. i feel myself inching closer to peace and comfort every day. it’s a good feeling.

the other day i did not think twice about visiting one of my close friends in san francisco. it’s a relatively short drive and it was a beautiful day. we didn’t have anything planned but that didn’t matter. rolling with the day and all the adventures it offers has become one of the many reasons i find each and every day so exciting. who knows what’s going to happen!

we ended up wandering along the embarcadero by the ferry building. we wander through the farmer’s market and the ferry building. we tasted cheese, kale chips, fruit. it felt good to aimlessly roam under the sunshine.

(my friend and i)

(shroomies! my favorite :) )

(rainbow swiss chard! also another favorite. look at that color!)

(peppers. look at that color!)

(hummus plate appetizer at the plant!)

(my entree — the plant “burger”. made of lentils and beets and mushrooms and goodness!)

(the bay bridge)

ah, yes. it was a good day indeed! i’m finding the more i choose to focus on positivity and the more i focus on aspects of my life outside of my body, the more happiness saturates my life. not to mention the more i laugh and smile. it’s getting easier.

i’ve got so much i want to discuss with you all and so much i want to share. but i am running late — i’ve got another date with another friend and that gorgeous city of mine!

have a wonderful thursday. it’s almost the weekend :) ! (again, ignoring the fact that i work all day saturday…!)

have you been on any fun, unplanned adventures lately?

namaste

zoe

(p.s: i’ve officially crossed over to the dark side. i got an iphone. it’s the best worst thing that’s ever happened to me electronically ;) )

NOT hopeless

i am struggling.

i’m not very happy.
i’m greatly unsettled in discomfort.
i’m very sad.

but i’m not hopeless anymore.

the hopelessness of months passed feels distant. i am in a deep place of sadness and darkness in my life. yet, i do not believe i will be here forever. i see the proverbial light at the end of this dank, dark tunnel. i realize the path i am wandering will twist. it will lead me into shadows. it will double back on itself, guide me up challenging hills, and leave me puzzled at which prong to follow at the fork. all before it directs me to sunlight. i may be at the base of said hill but i feel the sunlight.

i am thankful for the every day struggles. i appreciate the daily battles of this long fought war because i recognize now i need to experience these moments of bleak despair, if only to recognize later where i’ve come from and how far i’ve traveled. because i know i will reach happiness. i know i will reach health. i know i’ll strike the balance i’m searching fervently for. what i don’t know is how long i will travel for.

strangely, i’m okay with that.

because when i reach the end, when i’ve fought my last battle and declared victory, when i’ve left this road…i will look back on all i’ve accomplished, on all i’ve learned and start, finally, on the path of happiness. all with a heart pumping gratitude, a soul full of love, and a mind nestled in peace.

i’m getting there. slowly but surely.

namaste

zoe

(the photos are my own. the purple vans are my favorite. your comments make me laugh, cry, and smile all at the same time. my gratitude runs deep.)

your words have power

words contain an abundance of power.

if we allow them to, words can lift us up, tear us down, or break us apart. words can inspire, enlighten, anger, and strike us speechless. ever heard the phrase ‘think before you speak’?

…ever really thought about the statement?

if you’re human i’m betting you’ve experienced a moment in which you regretted the words you let out into the world. i’m betting you’ve felt embarrassed or ashamed or upset with yourself for saying something (i know i have!). i’m also betting you’ve felt the sting of someone else’s words, whether or not they’re meant to harm.

one of the most interesting aspects of being a girl and a woman (particularly in the united states) is all the fat talk we engage in. now, i know not every woman and girl participates in such conversations but the vast majority of us ladies do. we pinch, poke, sigh and call ourselves fat. we talk about how much we loathe our thighs, or our stomachs or our hair. we openly envy women and girls we deem more attractive than ourselves.

there’s a reason i choose to keep all those comments inside: they don’t just hurt you, but they hurt other people.

i have a beautiful friend. literally gorgeous. she’s tall, thin, curvy, and flat stomached. she’s got long, shiny, black hair and a really pretty face. she looks like the type of hippie i only wish i looked like. to say i am envious might be the biggest understatement of the year. the funniest (and saddest) part?

she think she’s fat. she pinches, prods, and pokes. she sighs and bemoans her (lovely) stomach. for the most part, she keeps her self-loathing comments tucked inside. however, sometimes they spill out. recently, one caught my attention — in a wholly negative way.

we were watching bad tv, as we’re prone to do, and on the screen stood a tall, lithe, blonde, the kind you see in magazines and movies. we both sat there, observing quietly, until my friend goes: “i would kill to look like her.” incredibly strong words if you ask me. i told her so. and then i told her she was beautiful.

regardless, i both understood and did not understand. my friend clearly does not recognize her own beauty. was the woman on the screen conventionally beautiful? yes. did she possess her own individual beauty? yes. everyone does. but was she gorgeous like my friend? no. not in the slightest.

so i sat there, turning her words over and over in my mind. i don’t look anything like my friend. i don’t look anything like the woman on the screen. which made me think: “god, she (my friend) would kill herself if she looked like me.”

her words really hurt me. did i need to take them personally? no. we never need to take any words in any particular way. but we are human, so sometimes it happens. and it did that day. i felt hideous for the remainder of the night. i felt kind of embarrassed about my body too, especially sitting there next to my thin, pretty friend. it made me wonder what she thought about my body. it made me wonder if she secretly thought “well, at least i’m not zoe.” i’m still wondering.

i realize i am more sensitive than others to comments about the body (oh hey, thanks ED!). i realize she never intended to hurt me. i realize she probably doesn’t even know her words affected me as much as they did. but none of that is the point. the point is this: words are powerful. i urge you to think about your words. i urge you to recognize a “fat-talk” thought the next time it bubbles up and consider it before releasing it. really consider it. because once words escape, they’ll never come back. and you never know if someone is secretly admiring your beauty. and you never know who might be listening. and, most importantly, you never know how those words will impact another person.

there’s a lot to learn from something as simple as “think before you speak”.

have you ever been unintentionally hurt by someone’s words?

namaste

zoe

self-love sunday

it’s sunday?

again? really?

well, know this: i am a) exhausted, b ) exhausted and c) not sure i’ve got much to say considering how exhausted i am. i went camping last night with coworkers and lets just say i did not get an efficient night sleep. all worth it though. gotta love me some trees and stars.

but really. i’ve got nothing. no real reflections. no real revelations. just the same old same old. still struggling day to day. still winning little victories and losing huge battles.

my suggestion? come back tomorrow when my brain actually works.

have a good rest of your weekend!

what was the best part of your weekend?

namaste

zoe

ifs, ands, and but(t)s

can we talk about something silly today?

can we talk about my butt? i have a point, i swear…

so, around this time last year my ass did not exist. the curves i carried around all my life up and vanished. all that squishy, strong muscle i built from all those years of soccer disintegrated into nothingness with each mile i pounded out. pants refused to stay up. things kind of hung off of me. shape? what shape? this time last year i was in a body not my own.

fast forward to this year. fast forward twenty pounds. but first, rewind to a few months ago, sometime mid-feburary when the weight started to really pile on. i remember looking in the mirror, judging, pinching, poking, crying. i remember loathing the reflection.“my ass got fat!” was all that ran through my mind.

truth: pants that used to fit no longer fit because of my butt. truth: sometimes this makes me uncomfortable. truth: i still wear tight fitting pants and skirts despite my be-hind. the ultimate truth: i’m kind of in love with my butt.

(outfit i wore yesterday. stripes and all!)

it’s big. it’s round. it’s me.

according to girl culture, big and round are not two words one wants to use in describing her body. according to girl culture, i’m supposed to see my big round butt as a hinderance. i’m supposed to hate it enough to change. i’m supposed to do a million squats and run a million miles to get it toned and into a socially acceptable state.

thing is, i don’t want to. i’m making up my own socially acceptable state. i like my big round butt. i have no desire to change. just accept. and accept i am. not if, ands, or buts.

if that’s not self love, i don’t know what is.


(yoga/running shorts. they’re tight and my butt and i love them.)

have you ever fallen in love with a body part you once disliked?

namaste

zoe

(p.s: because i feel feisty, here’s some music to shake your booty to: cracks (flux pavilion remix) — freestylers, belle humble. have i ever mentioned my love for dubstep and electronica? it’s passionate.

p.p.s: can we talk about how awesome you all are? i love that you love rumi!!!!

p.p.p.s: really wanna get silly? someone got to my blog by googling this: “i may not be mrs right but ill fuck you till she shows up”. totally my mantra. obvs.)

ruminating on rumi

you might be asking: who is rumi?

a Sufi poet and mystic born in 1207. long gone, though his teachings remain. definitely some powerful stuff. good old professor wikipedia can explain him in a bit more detail. really though, he’s a poet i’ve attempted to read over the past few months but never committed to it. only in idea, but never in action. now? i can’t stop. i’m addicted. i picked up a book at a little, local bookstore the other week and can’t put it down.

it all started a few weeks ago, at the end of a yoga class. as i lay there, still, quiet, and unraveling, the teacher read aloud a poem. i breathed softly, simply listening. though only words, their intense poignancy reached me through my stillness. and i cried. in a room full of strangers with their eyes closed, tears slipped out and down my cheeks. the words continue to bring out surprise tears. it spoke to every emotion, thought, action, and idea i’ve experienced in the past few months. so i want to share with you the thing that touched me so deeply.

the guest house

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

–rumi

i invite you to ruminate. read it a few times. think. react. and tell me…

what did these words do for you, if anything?

i’m off of work today and it’s sunny. i’ve got a nice run/walk via c25k under my belt, grocery shopping to do, and some rock climbing to look forward to later. my thoughts? it’s going to be a good day. enjoy yours just the same!

namaste

zoe

self-love sunday

what a week!

a lot of thoughts. a lot of action. a lot of different moods.

but before i start can i just say this: W.T.F US WOMEN’S SOCCER TEAM?!?!?! WTF! talk about a disappointing match! ugh. for those of you who don’t know: i played soccer from 3-19. it’s very near and dear to my heart and i love every aspect of it. i just need to get that out there. anyone else watch? anyone else want to kick the screen in? just sayin’…

anyway…

this week i took a long, hard look at my exercise and movement practices. over the course of the last month or so, i’ve kind of allowed movement to take a back seat to budding friendships and moments of fun. in no way do i regret any of the time spent outside of movement. i think i needed it to heal further. as you know, i’ve struggled to keep movement and exercise at a healthy medium. i spent a long time in the unhealthy extreme — remember, i was an exercise bulimic. sometimes it’s hard to shake the all-or-nothing mentality.

this week however, i started to notice how much both my body and mind missed movement. there’s no denying it: the body wants to move. the body loves to move. the mind saturates you with feel-good chemicals after movement. there’s also no denying this: i am out of shape. whoa boy, am i ever.

yes, i climb and my climbing strength only continues to improve (hoo-fucking-ray! took a month off due to injury so it’s been awesome getting back into it) but the other aspects of my fitness have declined. like my cardiovascular endurance. and my leg strength. i feel myself getting winded far too easily. kids, that’s not okay.

before you harp on me for ‘love your body now!’ know that it’s not a matter of body acceptance. i fully accept where my body currently is. what i don’t fully accept is how this extra weight is keeping me from becoming a stronger climber and a stronger yogi. what i don’t fully accept is how this extra weight impedes my health. which leads me to my latest movement decision: ladies and gentleman, allow me to introduce to you, yet again, my old friend running!

truth: i miss running. yes, i’ve spent many a paragraph bitching and complaining about how much i loathe running. i know. but hear me out. earlier in the week i sprinted out to my car at work to grab my water bottle. when i stopped moving i recognized how much i loved that short burst of running. the old me ran for superficial reasons. the old me ran to get thin, thin, thin, no matter the cost. the old me ran purely for the calorie burn, for punishment. but i am not the old me. i am the new me. and the new me views running in a completely different light. i miss the strength. i miss feeling empowered. i miss the challenge. i miss the alone time.

i have lost nearly all of my running ability. my endurance barely exists. running a mile is about the time where i crap out. so i’ve decided to try out the couch to 5k running plan. i only run three days a week and only for twenty minutes at a time until i can run a solid three miles. it gradually adds time and miles, something i did not do the first time around. no wonder i burned out on running mentally and physically! the right approach to running? take it slow, slow, slow. as for week one? week one went splendidly! i enjoyed each and every run. thoroughly. in a sense, it’s totally humbling to start over. and for the right reasons this time. i’m running for health. i’m running for fitness. i’m running to make myself into a stronger climber.

i’d be lying though if i told you i’m not running for weight loss. i am. i do need to lose weight for my health. not a lot, just enough to be healthy and happy. i am not aiming to become the stick i used to be. i have no desire to be that person again. because i kind of love my curves and only realized that when i finally got them back again.

tomorrow i start week two of the c25k program. i am so excited! i am amped to build my strength up again and to experience the changes in endurance. it will be a fun adventure. i’m not holding myself up to any expectations. i’m not running for distance or time. just to feel happy and healthy.

now, if you’ll excuse me. it’s family dinner day here on the northern california coast and i’ve got some awesome food to eat before i run off and see harry potter!!! iheartharrypotter. and i’m completely devastated it’s over. my yearly rupert grint fix is officially tapped out. what’s a girl to do! ;)

have a beautiful rest of your sunday!

how was your week in terms of self-love? any moments you can share? but more importantly: HAVE YOU SEEN HARRY POTTER YET?!

namaste

zoe

silly saturday

so. i’ve got nothin’.

i’m not feeling particularly inspired at the moment. not a bad thing but i don’t like forcing blogging if i have nothing incredibly important to say. it is the weekend however. and it is saturday. so i am giving myself permission to be a bit silly…and i may or may not really love alliteration a little too much. but that is neither here nor there…!

i’m bringing this out again!

currently i am on question 8: a moment you felt the most satisfied with your life.

truth: i experience these moments all the time. not necessarily at obvious times. sometimes when i’m alone cooking in the kitchen. sometimes alone on a reflective walk. sometimes surrounded by family. and sometimes surrounded by friends. gratitude and satisfaction have the ability to strike at any time. especially if you allow such feelings into your life.

to answer the question specifically, i will say i experienced a moment of satisfaction a few nights ago. on wednesday a new co-worker of mine (who i love!) turned 21. a group of us met up at a local brewery. i baked a cake (because baking cake means i love you). as we all sat around the table, sharing stories, pizza, and beer and got progressively more intoxicated, i kind of felt suddenly struck with an indescribable sense of being.

you all know how difficult the entirety of 2011 has been for me. if you don’t, know i’ve struggled almost all the days with something or other. but right then, at that moment, all the struggling proved to me just how much i needed to go through it. i am right where i need to be.

if i didn’t date my ex, i never would have decided to move jobs. i never would have been hired on at REI and met all these amazing, quirky, friendly, accepting people who make me feel right at home. i never would have met new friends and new romantic interests. i never would have started to see and believe that people like me because of me, not because of my outsides. i never would have climbed so much, stand up paddle boarded, ate homemade pizza, drank beer and shared laughter. the bingeing episodes and the subsequent resolving of them would never have started. thankful for bingeing? yes. otherwise, this journey into self-love would have been stalled that much longer.

though i currently struggle, i can tell you i have not felt more satisfied or more happy in quite some time. i feel at home. finally.

hm. suddenly i’m not feeling so silly. grateful, yes. overwhelmingly humbled, yes. and a little bit silly. always. ;)

tell me a moment in which you’ve fully felt satisfied!

have a silly, spectacular, splendiferous saturday! (no, i don’t like alliteration. clearly.)

namaste

zoe

silly song of saturday: true affection (the blow)

pity-parties-r-us

yesterday kind of kicked me in the ass.

okay. it totally kicked my ass. the moment i opened my eyes i knew it would. heaviness sat in the middle of my chest, weighing uncomfortably on my heart and lungs. sleepily, i wallowed in bed, knowing full well the seven hour shift in front of me would be torturous. and it was. oh was it ever.

yesterday also brought me an interesting e-mail. which also kicked me in the ass. in a different way, however. i subscribe to daily om’s daily newsletter. not only do i love their (almost always) spot, detailed on horoscopes, but i love the daily words of wisdom they send me.

yesterday’s was perfect. kind of like they were reading my mind perfect. why? it was titled ‘pity party’. um, what did i do all day at work? sulk. lose patience. not talk. frown. lash out at coworkers. oops…

why again? because i am upset with myself. i am upset i treat myself so poorly. i am upset my body looks the way it does. i am upset because none of my clothes fit. i am upset because i feel lousy. not because of anyone else. or anything else. all the negativity just kind of took over yesterday. and i have a tendency to feel sorry for myself. i know this. i catch myself doing it all.the.time. daily om had something to say about that too…

If you have a tendency to feel sorry for yourself, and many of us do, things usually progress to the next stage: the pity party. You begin to feel like the innocent victim of a dismal fate because you are seeing your life through inaccurate lenses. Most of the thoughts that run through your mind at times like these are not helpful, and they mainly serve to increase your indignation and feelings of powerlessness. What these feelings and thoughts don’t do is change your circumstances or make you feel better.

hah…yeah…about that… i read on:

When you have a terrible day, there should definitely be a time and place to have your feelings so you can process them. It’s important not to pretend that you are fine with things when you aren’t. It’s also important, however, to notice when you’re having a pity party.

oh, i did notice. did i ever. coworkers kept asking me if i needed coffee. asked if i was all right. a few customers told me to keep being happy, noticed my mood. pity-party? um, more like pity-party-blowout. kind of pathetic for an almost twenty-two year old, if you ask me…

my favorite piece of advice?

Try not to dwell on unpleasant experiences and do everything you can to avoid holding on to negative emotions. When you indulge in self-pity, you only make a bad day worse. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, release the notion that you are a victim, and notice the good that exists in your life.

did i make my bad day worse? yes. did i make other’s days worse? most likely. am i a victim? only of my own devices. does good exist in my life? not good. greatness does though. lots of greatness exists in my life.

like my job.
and my amazing co-workers.
and this amazing new person in my life…
and my body.

yes, my body. true, i am upset. but…it’s silly to be angry at myself and the state of my body. the body is not infallible. what i did i can easily undo. i am not sick. i am not broken. i can, fairly easily, mend myself. i am lucky. this thought alone has provided me motivation to make a change. which i will talk to you all about soon :) otherwise…

have a lovely thursday! we’re almost at the weekend kids! (ignoring the fact i work on saturday…)

what do you do when you catch yourself in the middle of a pity-party?

namaste

zoe

(p.s: i looooooved reading your comments on the previous post! love all the opinions and thoughts. thanks so much for sharing!!!

p.p.s: guess who didn’t binge despite feeling depressed all day yesterday!? yeah, that’d be me :) )

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