by Shannon Talbot I have a confession to make – I used to hate exercise. Hate, the word I tell my kids not to use but here I am using it. And when you hate something, why would you be motivated to do it? The problem for me was I didn’t do what I enjoyed, I did what others did or what was popular and for what? I would try it for a bit and then give up. EVERY year and EVERY to do list (and I make a LOT of to do lists), I put I would “exercise 3X a week”. It never happened.
by Shannon Talbot "Should the cabin lose pressure, oxygen masks will drop from the overhead area. Please place the mask over your own mouth and nose before assisting others". Ahhhhh what I wouldn’t give to hear those words again soon. The words that used to annoy me after hearing them so many times but that I now long for. In today's blog I'm not talking travel, although that would be lovely, but rather I'm talking self-care - i.e., putting on your own oxygen mask before hel
by Shannon Talbot Growing up I always heard, you’re all skin and bones, you’re too skinny. I even had a guy I was dating say I would look better if I had a bit more meat on me. Now I’m sure some of you are thinking “if only you didn’t have to worry about gaining weight and ooooh what a terrible problem to have” (sarcastic of course) and you’re right, I’m lucky in that respect. But here’s the thing, my family has super high metabolism. We just don’t really gain weight. And you
by Shannon Talbot Today’s blog is about The 5am Club, a concept from a book written by Robin Sharma, about, you guessed it, waking up at 5am. Now before you stop reading this post thinking this concept is literally for the birds or the roosters or early morning flights, hear me out. I was exactly where you are up until this past year. And even if you never get up at 5am, there are still some great tips here that can be applied to other times of your day. Before we dive in, o
by Shannon Talbot In addition to being more present, Sick Kids also gave me the gift of stillness. And stillness for me means time to think and reflect. During this time, I reflected on three questions: “Am I healthy?” Am I happy”? “Do I feel fulfilled?” My answers? “Hmmmm, kinda.” What sort of answers were these? I knew I had to dig deeper into each question. When visiting hours had ended and Jackson was on the verge of sleep, I curled up on the guest bed in the hospital ro
In December 2018 I had no idea how my life was about to change and how everything would become clearer. All because of the unexpected, challenging and wonder-filled time with my oldest son when he was hospitalized. Two years ago, my son Jackson, then aged 5, was admitted to Sick Kids Hospital for a perforated appendix and although not normally a serious condition, resulted in a stay of 31 days across 5 different visits and 2 surgeries. 31 days. 31 days where my emotions were