Real Soup for the Real Soul is an honest, happy place. I want you to feel super-comfortable whenever we connect via blog posts, Youtube videos, Insta antics or Facebook shenanigans. Like you’re beside me, nodding in agreement, cackling at the delicious inappropriateness of a joke taken a tad too far. I aim to keep things genuine; raw & real with cheeky slang for bogan measure.

In order for us to get better acquainted, I’d like to share more about myself than the general default speal about my passion for health and Pollyanna-like enthusiasm.

Perhaps you’ll discover that we have things in common. There might still be things that have you envisioning question marks and that’s fine too. My quirks aren’t to be embraced by everyone.

I’m obsessed with my Vitamix

I’m not ashamed to admit that I have attatchment issues with my Vitamix. I love this machine like I’d love my first born. The base, jug, tamper – heck even the lid – feel like family members. She makes the best smoothies, soups, cake batters and nut/seed butters in the world. I am so reliant on her that she even comes on holidays with me. We sit together on the beach, sipping fresh coconuts and getting a jolly good ~~tan~~ dose of vitamin D. Alright you got me. That last part isn’t true – but doesn’t it make for an amusing fantasy?

I can’t refuse to function without my Morning Routine

I used to have an epic morning routine and I wasn’t satisfied with myself until I had completed it. These days I’ve simplified for sustainability’s sake but still have my non-negotiables; get up, get dressed, cleanse and moisturise face, move my body (and bowels, everything going to plan) and enjoy my fave brekkie.

I’m borderline-obsessed with Poo!

If the eyes are the window to our souls, then poo is the window to our glorious guts. P-Dog, Turdster or Senior Butt Truffle (a poo by any other name) is a cheap, easy and fascinating marker of health. Read more about my shameless poobsession here.

I’m out-STANDING!

I feel restricted sitting for prolonged periods of time. I get stiff, grumpy and shitty – actual. Nothing like sedentary behaviour for slowing the ole’ plumbing situation down. I recognise that many don’t understand my love of standing – understandable (ha!) considering that we’ve been conditioned to see sitting as the default position of the modern day human. I’ve known people to feel uncomfortable when they offer me a seat and I politely decline.

I despise making others squirm – unless I’m breaking down their poo-fearing walls – that’s a hoot. I used to sit down to appease them only to find myself driven insane by the lack of blood flow. If ever you meet me perhaps say ‘would you like a foot (rather than a seat)’, to which I’ll reply, ‘two please’ (because bad jokes run in my family).

My fave ab workout is a jolly good giggle

Humour is life. From the randomly hilarious to the downright innapropriate, sharing a joke or mucking about with those who share and appreciate your sense of humour is the bomb diggity bomb!

I’m a Vegan, but haven’t always been, don’t know if I always will be and won’t tell you that you ‘should’ be

I’ve always loved my veggies and have pet crushes on just about every non-human creature; from honey bees and working class donkeys, to spring lambs and gentle race horses. In 2016, after surgical complications rendered me incapable of digesting animals foods without suffering gallstone attacks, I slowly but surely started eating more plant-based meals out of sheer necessity. In 2017, I went hard core – apple core that is (shocking joke, let’s forget I made it) – and ditched every last ounce of animal flesh and (touch all the wood in the world) it’s working out dandily for my head, heart AND bowels. Will me and my groovy gut always thrive this way? Who knows? We’re taking it one plant-powered day at a time.

I am very connected to energy medicine and the unseen world. I love yoga, exploring intuition, talking to deceased and experiencing energy healing

I crave the way yoga makes me feel and want to bring this gift to others in a whimsical way – sneaky vagina farts after shoulder stand and all. They happen, lets not pussy (ha!) foot around it!

I adore my oracle card and tarot decks and talk to my spirit guides and deceased loved ones every day. When I feel connected I also feel protected. I also love energy healing because being a highly sensitive soul I can get overwhelmed by the energies around me and the trauma of past memories.

Energy healing helps me to release, heal ad welcome in the new. It might sound all very hippy, but so did green smoothies once upon a time and now everyone is getting around them. It’s all perspective.

Do I believe in Heaven. A to the men. Do I receive signs from my dad? Indeed. We were close in life and are even closer in death.

Do I consider myself intuitive? Absofreakinlutely! My bowels can always tell when I need to poo. Seriously though, I am constantly picking up on energies from the unseen world.

Is it my dream home a treehouse within a waterfall-studded, fairy-laden forest. Indeed.

You can be open-minded and spiritual and still drop F-bombs when they need to be dropped and have therapeutic bitch sessions with your mates. I’m all about keeping it shamelessly real!