PROUD.

Every year Toronto hosts a pretty spectacular pride parade (I posted about it here way back in 2011) but this year we were given the task of hosting World Pride and let me tell you this city has been AMPED. This morning I drank my breakfast and booked it across town to participate in a little of what the day had to offer.

Green apple, spinach, cucumber smoothie topped with homemade cashew coconut granola.

Green apple, spinach, cucumber smoothie topped with homemade cashew coconut granola.

By all accounts, taking our already momentous parade “global,” shouldn’t have been that big a deal. It mostly meant jamming our subways, bars & beer gardens criminally over capacity & hearing maybe 6 or 7 global languages whilst walking down the street rather than the usual say 4 or 5. But  it has been a big deal.

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I’m going to venture a guess and say that pride isn’t something folks outside the queer community think about very often. And, when it does come up, it’s probably thought of as a vice not a virtue. Humbleness is just more acceptable in our culture than pridefulness. We are constantly enabling each other to deprecate, deny and devalue ourselves in fear of public scrutiny.

 

World pride this year has meant a lot of things to a lot of different people, but I think for a lot of people it’s meant the chance to not just witness Pride but to actually appreciate the purpose behind the events, and the value of appreciating oneself – of feeling worthy, loved and accepted.

So today’s healthy tidbit isn’t the recipe for my smoothie (I promise I’ll post that someday soon), it’s that little piece of advice. Take a moment to be proud of yourself, your assets and your accomplishments in any way you like. Treat yourself. Spend the night in flipping through old photos (without judgement). Dedicate your freakin yoga practice to yourself, I don’t care. But feel proud, baby because YOU. ARE. FABULOUS. 

 

 

Another day, another bowl of oatmeal.

I’m not sure about you, but I think I’ve come to a point in my life where I’m no longer settling on my morning bowl oatmeal. It’s what I truly crave. And I’m okay with that.

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Of course I knew my days of corn pops, toaster strudels and nutella spoons for breakfast were long gone. I was comfortable letting that go. But so too are my days of the greasy hangover breakfasts. Pardon me if my eggs these days are poached, not fried. I’m not afraid who knows it. And while we’re on the subject of all things poached, has anyone else started feeling like brunch lines these are just too arduous to bear? And rarely worth the effort? “I’ll make my eggs at home, thank you very much. And mine will have a perfect yolk every time.”

So yes today is just another day. But it’s also the day I encourage you to wake up and smell the French Press, in the kitchen you no longer have to apologize for when people walk in your apartment. Today is the day to own your adulthood. To stop apologizing for being “lame” or “old” just because you’ve mastered the art of taking care of yourself.

Simple Summer Oats: 

1/2 cup oats
1/2 sliced banana
tbsp of each: coconut, goji berries & chia seeds
drizzle of almond butter & raw honey
dollop of greek yogurt 

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So yes…I am eating oatmeal for breakfast. And not because I’m on a “health kick” or a “detox.” For no reason other than that I woke up jonesing for it.