Yoga and the things it has taught me so far…

I first attempted yoga shortly after having baby K (after the recommended 6 week healing period anyway). I expected for it to be unenjoyable, slow and incredibly boring to do… something I wasn’t likely to repeat often if at all. For a while, lets say a couple of months, I was right… I barely did yoga. I told myself “I don’t have a mat so I can’t do it” or “I’m not flexible enough so why bother?”, I’m sure anyone who has considered yoga has probably felt this way, but when you feel this way, you’re sure you’re the only one. So I gave up for a couple of months, but still saw beautiful poses filling my Instagram feed daily and decided to have another crack at it… I went to Kmart and bought myself a $5 cheap yoga mat so if I didn’t end up continuing, no big deal I spend that on a coffee anyway. So after about a month or so of yoga 2-3 times a week, I started looking at better yoga mats, eco-friendly ones (save the whales and all) and stumbled upon Yoloha Yoga cork mats. I fell in love with them and my fiance’ got me one as a surprise for my birthday.

At the time, I was only doing yoga for the status I felt it gave me, I was one of those girls you see on Instagram who was part of the ‘cult’ or the ‘yoga movement’… but I wasn’t understanding the actual point of yoga. So I started doing some research, curious as to why I wasn’t getting where they were quickly, and why I didn’t feel satisfied with my practise – even after taking a couple of classes which were incredibly unenjoyable. It didn’t take long to figure out why… I was competing. Competing with the girls on Instagram who undoubtedly had been practising daily for years, competing with myself on what I thought I should be capable of and by when, competing with an idea. I stepped back and decided to restart fresh.

I began doing simple poses and trying to make sure my form was right, I began looking at progression yoga pictures rather than only advanced yogi pictures. Little by little (and I am by no means nearly as flexible, strong and controlled as the yogis who grace Instagram) I am improving. Yoga began to actually teach me once I let it.


It started teaching me patience, with myself and with others.

It taught me movement (or lack of), even of the most basic kind, can be difficult – tree pose anyone?

It taught me acceptance (though this is something I still struggle with every single day) of myself does not necessarily mean I cannot better myself.


Bit by bit, yoga has me pulling away my artificial layers, layers I don’t need, layers that no longer serve me, layers that keep me stagnant in life. Yoga has opened my eyes in other parts of life too – without yoga, I’m not certain I would have ever considered veganism. I may not have made one of my best friends (even though its only online at this stage). I may not be the compassionate, strong, dare I say – beautiful person I am becoming. If you have ever considered yoga and thought to start you had to be a particular person to be any good, I urge you to have a go. If you tried a class but found it unenjoyable, I urge you to perhaps find another class, or try to teach yourself as I have.

For those of you who practise already, are you a daily doer? Maybe every few days? Or even once a week? What is your favourite type of yoga? What’s your favourite pose? I can’t wait to read about your yoga journeys!

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Hopes and Dreams

Okay, so it’s not exactly a super original post but hear me out.

My dreams of what I wanted in my life have changed dramatically since I was old enough to remember what they were. I mean if you ask 5 year old me, I wanted to marry a boy that was the son of a family friend (he was going to be a vet apparently), I was going to be a mum.. and that was it. So simple, well I got halfway there, I am definitely a mum. The boy on the other hand, is not someone I maintained that kind of interest in beyond childhood. Dreams change as you develop new values and ideals as well as what you materialistically want to manifest into your life.

For example, throughout my teenage years (and the first couple of years of my 20’s) I wanted a big house, with a big kitchen (hey, I like the idea of cooking together without the ever present bumping into and tripping over one another), a his and hers closet space, oh and a huge backyard so my kids could run around with plenty of space for kiddy shenanigans and games. That changed again earlier this year. I watched a documentary called “Minimalism” which for me, was a giant eye opener into what I actually wanted out of life. Now I was wanting a small home, think tiny homes (google/Pinterest it, I promise they’re not as unusual as you think), but I still want it on a big plot of land (recently I decided that land should be an island 😛 ) somewhere near a source of water and foresty sort of area. I want my kids… *plural because I intend to have more* … to have the space to climb trees or build and craft things from stuff they found on the ground or near the edge of the water.


Though I still wanted a space that was adult-friendly. Where my partner (lets call him “D” for now) could have time together doing the things that we love to do as well. Materialistic things like a giant closet just didn’t feel realistic anymore, I even scanned all the photos in my house onto the computer so that I didn’t have to find storage for them anymore. It seems daunting – throwing away all these things we think are important or significant, or that we keep out of obligation to somebody… but it was one of the most liberating things I have done in my adult life. My hopes now are that my future is sustainably built and full of memories and experiences rather than things that ultimately do me no good. I’m yet to hear of anyone on their death bed wishing that they had bought more, worked more or care more about what they looked like than having adventures and experiences they could be proud of.

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Have you had an epiphany or a-ha moment where you just knew that everything you ‘wanted’ wasn’t really  what you wanted?




Random Cravings

Do you ever get the random craving… you know the ones. The “I can’t sleep until this craving is satisfied” cravings. Last night I put K to bed after what felt like a really long and snotty day, it is flu season after all, and had the overwhelming desire for a sweet treat. I wasn’t sure what exactly I felt like eating until I searched some mug cake ideas on Pinterest. I love my mug cakes (I’m not big on sharing my cakes if I don’t have to either).


Anyway, so I found a “jam donut” mug cake… and oh my universe did it look delicious. I didn’t have all the ingredients though *mental tantrum here* so I sussed out what I could improvise with. I decided I’d substitute the almond meal with just some plain flour (because I know very few people who don’t at least have that in their house), and I’d sub most of the sugar with blackstrap molasses (I shouldn’t be too naughty with my cakes because I have my wedding coming up in August). I also substitute the flax egg for roughly a teaspoon on cornflour and 1-2 tablespoons of water, this is what I used in pretty much all baking where an egg is required.

So once the batter was made, I made my “jam” by mashing up 5 strawberries, I could have used half this though as I didn’t end up putting it all in, and added some more molasses and combined. Added half the batter to a lightly greased mug, followed by the jam and then batter to top off and popped it into the microwave for a minute (another reason I  seriously love mug cakes… they’re practically instant). Sprinkle with sugar and cinnamon and you have yourself a jam donut cake *licks lips*. Now disclosure, my recipe didn’t really look like the picture, it looked more like a dense muffin. It did however taste beautiful, and more importantly, satisfied my intense craving.

Do you guys enjoy mug cakes? What are some of your favourites?

For those of you keen on trying this yourself, I have put the link below. Let me know how yours turns out and if you modified yours too.

Jam Donut Mug Cake


Let me introduce myself…

I am Sam, I’m a youngish vegan mother of one baby/ toddler from Victoria, Australia. I decided to start a blog to let people in on my daily experiences, triumphs and struggles of being a first time mum – and lets be honest, the first few years can be pretty eventful right?


As a stay at home mum, I find you can have all the time in the world… or none at all, sometimes both in one day. So on days my little man is giving me some space, with either long naps or solo playtime.. I love to do research on some of the things I find interesting. I’m going to be honest, a lot of the research at the moment is into veganising some of my old favourite foods! Although I also like to dabble in things like wilderness survival techniques and skills, places to holiday around the world (who doesn’t?) and things I feel will assist or improve me as a parent.

I’m a strong believer in “eating your medicine” and using natural remedies for optimal health or remedying current ailments (disclaimer: I’m not a doctor/ nurse or other qualified professional or trying to give you medical advice – this is simply my preference in how I handle illness when it occurs). Oils, crystals and a heat bag are generally my go to first ‘strike’ choices. If you are interested in any of these things, I highly recommend doing some of your own research and speaking to alternative medicine practitioners.

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I’d love to hear about some of the things you all do in your down time or if you have any favourite vegan recipes in the comments.

A Glimpse

Welcome to my blog! First off, I’d like to say I’m extremely new to this thing, so bear with me for my first few posts as I wrap my head around things. My name is Sam and I am a *semi-new* mum of one. One bub, whose 1 year old. He likes to keep me on my toes now that he’s walking too. I’ll refer to him as baby K, K or little man throughout my posts (I think… like I said, I’m new to this so I wont pretend I can foretell the future at this stage :P).

I’ll be talking about various aspects of my day-to-day life and experiences as a first time mum, but I’d also love to hear about your own experiences as a first, third, eighth, etc. time mum (seriously, no judgement… mums come in different flavours and varieties!)

So stick around and check out my future posts, drop me a comment to say hi, give me some ideas or maybe just tell me a bit on your perspective of mum life. Can’t wait to get to know you all.