All posts by: Allison McKee

I don’t want to start calling them senior moments. I’m only 45 years old. But man if I’m not having some serious brain fog days where I’m struggling for the right words that were just on the tip of my...
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I got A LOT out of the thyroid health and food workshop with Good Food + You  and the amazing Luka Symons on Saturday at the Light Cellar. The most poignant for me was this… No ONE’s getting out alive!...
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Your body is so smart and yet you try to outsmart your body with your mind. Making it eat less than it needs, or move more. Making it do things it doesn’t like. If only I had enough fingers and...
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Almost 10 years ago, I got the Kanji symbol for ‘Gentleness’ tattooed on my right thigh. This morning we’re fishing and I’m drinking coffee and I have to have a little chuckle and a head shake at the irony. Oh…it’s...
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Take a deep breath. Just Breathe. Anytime we are feeling any kind of stress in our lives, this is the first advice we’re given to help alleviate the tension and stress in our body. Sometimes it’s extremely annoying. But there’s...
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I make it a point to search out the very best products for my body. Taking my health and well-being into consideration every time I put something on my skin. The skin. It’s your largest organ. That’s right. The skin...
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  Print Sprouted Seed Crackers When I decided to clean up my diet and took a break from gluten, I was jonesing for a piece of bread. An angel, in the form of my friend Robyn Lilley of Robyn Lilley...
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In The Pleasured Life Membership, this month our theme is Empower. Empower yourself and others to reach with kindness. Empowerment is a big word. Try it. Say the word. Say Empowered. To be empowered, to say empowered, brings up feelings...
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I’m doing it!! Actually doing it! I sort of don’t want to say that I’m doing it. Or share it with very many, because then it gets weird and given my history there’s a pressure. A expectation. I just puked...
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