Stretch Therapy


Living in Los Angeles, I’ve noticed that most people are exercising but very few are taking the time to stretch.  I was one of the many who crammed in a workout without stretching, until I pulled my glute muscle and couldn’t exercise for a few months. My physical therapist prescribed Stretch Therapy to keep my glute feeling better.  I was willing to do pretty much anything to be well enough to exercise again and play with my children.

My results from Stretch Therapy:

My glute is healed and I’m exercising with no pain!

I’m more flexible (in my body and my mind) and physically stronger than before.

I’ve learned how to open my chakras and use Kundalini breathing to connect spiritually while stretching.

I’ve learned how to release emotional pain that was stuck in my body.

Because stretching has drastically improved my body, mind, and spirit, I’ve become a Stretch Therapist.  Relax, let go, and let me stretch you!

email me at for more info

*And I’m currently training for certification with Bob Cooley in Resistance Flexibility. Check it out at

“Who the hell are you?!”


So it’s the beginning of another new year. Forget about losing weight, exercising more, or eating healthier. Most people resolve to change certain behaviors but that’s not the most effective way to improve your life. How many times have you vowed to stop smoking or overeating but continued the destructive behavior, despite your desire to stop? Thoughts like, “I HAVE to lose 20 pounds”, “I CAN’T eat sugar today”, or “How can I get through this day without smoking” reflect a fearful feeling of weakness; and in case you forgot, the amount of power in love based thoughts blows away the measly amount of power in fear based thoughts. So let’s take the focus off your actions and look at your vision of yourself for a minute. Does it seem like it’s just easier for some people to accomplish their goals but for you it’s difficult and a bit of a drag? Do you see yourself as lacking the power and discipline to stop binge eating, excel in school, or train for a race?

Now gather up all your thoughts that reflect doubt and anxiety and set them aside in the garbage pile. I’m asking you to raise your bar and expect more from yourself this year. So how do you do that?    First of all you have to get your thoughts straight about who you really are.  As I write about in my book, every body is born with a piece of God energy inside, a source of power and unconditional love. If you’re not feeling full of inspiration and possibility, it’s just because you’ve buried that God energy, (or as I like to call it, your “Bellyful of Bliss”) under many forms of fear.

Your natural state is love and power. I believe the reason God gave us part of It is so that we can give It to each other in powerful creative ways, to love and heal each other. Begin to create a true vision of yourself. If you’re into music, raise your vibration and crank up The Who’s “Who are You”,  (I shared it with you below) Let their energy electrify your body and light up your mind. I’ll get you started: YOU are a creative bombshell, a healthy dose of sexual healing, a sparkling star of God’s light put on this Earth on purpose for a purpose! YOU are pregnant with possibility and infused with divine inspiration!

Once your thoughts about yourself are on track you have to look at your attitude. Your attitude reflects your vision of yourself and your attitude determines the amount of  power behind your thoughts. Let’s say he/she rocketed you into a fourth dimension on your first date and hasn’t called yet, or you tried your jeans on and they’re still too tight. Your response, from the highest vision of yourself, would be something like, “I don’t care how I feel today, there’s no way I’m going to eat (smoke, drink, hurt myself) over it. My circumstances might seem shaky, I don’t know if he’s going to ask me out again, (or if I’ll get the job etc) but one thing I do know?: I am a sight to behold, full of purpose and power, giving and receiving massive doses of love today.” You’ve been shot out of a cannon, you’re flying high into 2014, now who are you going to land your love on and how are you going to do it??

God in Nine Inch Nails


Have you ever lost your mind? I lost mine last month at the Nine Inch Nails concert and found God again deep inside me. I believe there’s a piece of God in every body and the show was an unexpected spiritual experience exposing a painful truth. If you’re into music like I am, it can send chill bumps up your spine and down your legs. It can take your breath away and move you to tears. A spiritual experience isn’t easy to intellectually explain because it’s an experience, not a thought. And I’d rather experience God than think about God any day.

I’ve been a fan since “Pretty Hate Machine”, but hadn’t heard the new album, “Hesitation Marks”. The hypnotic rhythm of “Copy of A” slowly seduced me into an altered state. Trent Reznor’s haunting whisper woke up a part of me that I usually put quickly back to sleep. It seemed like the energy in the music recognized a similar energy in me and drew me into it like a magnet until I felt like I was swimming inside the sounds. I believe God is, among many things, the Creative Intelligence, and it’s through mind numbing music that I feel God vibrating in my core.

I also believe that God is Truth. Trent screamed his with “Terrible Lie”, and it echoed mine. If you’ve ever been deceived by someone to the point of losing your sanity, turn up “Terrible Lie” until it blows your head off, so you don’t have to. The blinding blasts of light from the stage and the blaring truth from Trent’s voice shattered my barrier of denial to expose my now, undeniable truth. Then it hit me that the most painful lies are the ones I tell myself. God had been whispering this truth to me for years, but every time I heard it, I quickly turned away. Well, the whisper turned into a scream at the Staples Center November 8, 2013 and I haven’t looked away this time. The truth is in the tears and I let it out when they closed the show with “Hurt”. I can never get through that song without crying.

I felt so electrified by the power surge from the show that I could’ve run home to the beach from downtown LA . Instead I drove intoxicated, under the influence of Nine Inch Nails, knowing that the experience wasn’t over, it was now a part of me. The truth was loud and instead of looking away, I turned it up. I’m staying awake to my intuition and tuned in to God. This truth set me free to explore a new world and I’m excited.

Getting kicked out of a Bar Method class


It was a Thursday morning in 2003. I woke up early to go to an 8:30 Bar Method class in West LA. I knew it was a Level 2 class and I was supposed to take at least 5 mixed classes before going, but I went anyway because I bought a 1 month unlimited pass for $100 and I hadn’t been for 5 days. I got to class and the teacher asked if I’d been to 5 classes yet. When I said no, he said ok, but he was going to go fast and not stop to help me. I said ok and after a few minutes he came over and told me I needed to leave. Oh my God. I felt angry because I had woken up so early to go and angry at him for insulting me and being harsh about it. My pride was hurt because I didn’t want the class to see that I wasn’t good enough. My self esteem was hurt because I wanted to be someone who could keep up with the class. I wanted to get a workout and be accepted. My security was threatened because I needed to be good enough and accepted to feel ok.

As I drove away, I took responsibility for going to the class knowing I was breaking the rules. I felt the feelings that I fear so much which were: feeling rejected, not good enough, looking bad, and disrespected. These feelings translated into, “if I was thin, I would have looked and been good enough to be accepted, therefore not alone”. I felt these feelings intensely. My first reactive thought was to say no to these feelings and smoke. That felt justified for a minute. Then I reconsidered and heard the truth that to smoke would create more fear. Then I thought to get a latte and snack from Coffee Bean. But then I paused and knew that wouldn’t dissolve the feelings either. What I learned from the book, “Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway” enabled me to take responsibility and “know” that to avoid the feelings would create more fear and disturbance and a need to “fix”. I was really proud of myself. I felt the fear and pain and took responsibility. I felt it and didn’t avoid it by eating or smoking. That’s probably the real reason why I got kicked out of the class. I didn’t get a physical workout for my body but I jumped to the next level I’ve been climbing toward for years. I said to myself, “I handled it. I can handle it. I can do it. I’m not a victim. I am powerful and loving it. I am in control of my thoughts and actions. I am in control of fear.”  Having faced my fear and walked through it, I was actually grateful to be kicked out of class!





Strolling my daughter on Lincoln Blvd, we cross the street into the the fancy “North of Montana”neighborhood surrounded by beautiful homes, grassy yards, and exotic gardens. I was feeling discontent, irritable and just a bit “off”. When I feel uncomfortable, my old m.o. was to eat something to feel “better”, which only added to the discomfort. As a former binge eater and bulimic, I still want to eat outside of stomach hunger, but it’s easier for me to pray now instead of eat because I know the discomfort is a hunger for the peace only God gives me, that food never did.

The thoughts that come and go that create an uncomfortable wanting for more are, “Will I ever be able to afford a house with a yard and bedrooms for both of my children”. This is a dream that I long for and a goal that positively motivates me to work hard to achieve. But it’s a problem when it becomes obsessive. The theme is wanting more and thinking that when I get the house, that will be the end of the wanting. What I realized was, whenever I want more than what I have materially, just as when my stomach is already full and I want more food, it’s really uncomfortable and I’m rarely satisfied. There’s no peace in that.

What gave me immediate relief as I turned on Alta Avenue was the intuitive thought from God that if I never get anything more in my life, if I never have any more career success, and if we never move into a house with a yard, I am more than blessed with what I already have. I actually have more that what I even need. What I have is more than enough. I’m full already. The relief washed the wanting away and I felt graced with humble gratitude.

I kept walking feeling so grateful for the relief from the wanting  – to eat and for a house. The next thought that flashed before me was “Oh Amy, people probably walk past my apartment, pushing their baby, thinking, “I wonder if one day I’ll ever be able to afford a place like this, a few blocks from the beach. If only we could live in Santa Monica and see the ocean every day”. The reality hit me of the blessings in my life and how fortunate I am that it stopped me in my tracks. I literally stopped on the sidewalk overflowing with gratitude for what I have right now.

I walked for about 20 more minutes feeling so full and completely  content, with no thought of wanting chocolate to feel better, when God gave me the grand finale. It flashed before me that I was the Mom pushing her baby 5 years ago in front of the apartment we now live in, thinking “Oh God, what if we could actually live in an apartment here, and easily afford it and were lucky enough  to get it. If only we could live in a place like this…” That was me. It’s overwhelming to be reminded that I’m already living where I hoped for, thinking it would be too good to be true. Where I am and what I have is more than enough. Knowing this in my gut, there is no room for even a thought of wanting more food than my stomach needs.  I am full, content, and at peace.


West Hollywood: Full Circle


Passing the Beverly Hills Hotel on my left, I drive into the eye of the wild storm we call Hollywood. I feel the vibrating creative energy pulsing all around me, stirring me up. My heart jumps seeing my old running route where I sometimes hallucinated – sober. Living in West Hollywood was a roller coaster of exhilaration rushing through my body, and madness banging around in my brain.

I look in my rear view mirror and see my 2 year old asleep in her car seat. I turn left on Doheny and park on the hill, remembering how lost and alone I felt in the middle of what looked like the heart of success. I prayed daily for purpose and direction, and freedom from the relentless cycle of binge eating and purging.

Marriage, children, and a purpose driven career that I felt passionately about seemed as far out of reach as feeling confident in a bikini. How could I have any of that when, out of nowhere, the beast would attack and trap me in my room to binge, purge, smoke, binge, purge, smoke.  I fell into the sinkhole of depression again and again.

Layla wakes up from her nap and I park at the Coffee Bean  on Sunset next to the old Tower Records and across from Red Rock. Sitting on the front patio, I flash back to 10 years ago, on the same patio, sucking down cigarettes and Ice-Blendeds hoping to keep the insatiable beast inside at bay. I tear up sitting across from Layla, watching her drink her milk as I sip my water. I’ve released the beast that drove me into brutal self destructive cycles and I’ve uncovered my bliss. I am at peace.


I take it in.

Thank you God,

Anything is possible.


What’s behind the light?


August 10, 2012.

I’m running east up San Vicente Blvd in a wealthy neighborhood of Santa Monica, where gardeners and nannies abound and where working class folks come to work for the upper class.  A working man and a lady are standing on the sidewalk waiting for the bus. I say, “Good morning”, our eyes connect, and light is sparkles out. They smile at me and love radiates from their happy faces. That’s usually what happens when I see working class folks in this neighborhood. We might not even speak the same language but we connect. I can feel love flow from their hearts and I can’t help but notice the contrast between them and the homeowners, their employers. The upper class around here oftentimes look too busy or distracted to make eye contact or respond to a “Good morning”. This , of course, is a generalization because I don’t see every worker nor do I see every homeowner around here. I’m just saying that I see more light shining from the working class.

I wondered why.

I’m becoming more and more aware of how wealth and an excess of stuff can really block the light from shining.   Since the money and stuff can block the light from coming out, I imagine it could block the light from coming in, too. I’m guessing that with wealth, a big house, and a lot of stuff, comes the stress of how to keep it – or even attain more. Having wealth seems like a lot of responsibility and it could take up an awful lot of head space. I don’t know this for sure yet, because I don’t have wealth, a house, or a lot of stuff. Now, I do know that not having enough money is a major stress to many many people, and makes life really difficult sometimes.

I’m also aware that there’s nothing wrong with wealth. There are some really generous wealthy people who use it save lives, spread love, and promote peace. So what’s the difference between these people? Can’t they co-exist: wealth and light shining from their eyes and, love beaming from their smiles? It became clear and simple. As long as you keep all the money and stuff behind your light, then the light can shine forth. I imagine the light shining from my chest, throughout my entire body. I know for me that the light is God’s light. As long as I put everything (material things, self-seeking motives) behind the light, then my eyes will sparkle to people and love will come through my words, just like the workers waiting for the bus. In keeping God first with my eyes focused on the light instead of the stuff, I can see clearly and love freely.