How to connect with the HYS community

We are really proud of our lovely community at Hot Yoga Sheffield and we want to make sure that all of our students feel part of it. 

Love chatting at the studio but want more? Here are all the ways you can connect with us and each other:-

1) Join our Facebook Community Group: Click here to connect with our current students and teachers. 
2) Like our Facebook Page: Click here.
3) Follow our Instagram: Click here to follow and use #hotyogasheffield to share your yoga pics :)
4) Leave us a comment: Next time you are in the studio, be sure to complete a comment card and pop it in the green box on the front desk. We listen to all of your comments and are always looking for ways to improve our studio. 
5) Review a class: Next time the MindBody app asks you ' How was your class at Hot Yoga Sheffield?', leave us a review! We always check these and share them with out teachers. If you don't already have the MindBody app - you can download it from the App Store or Google Play.  
6) Attend an event: We regularly run workshops and events which give you other ways to learn about yoga and connect with other students. Click on our events page to see what's coming up.   
7) Share your story: Would you like to be featured on our blog? We are always looking for contributions from our students. Get in touch with maria by emailing maria@hotyogasheffield.co.uk
8) Email us: If you ever have a question or something you'd like to share, please email us at info@hotyogasheffield.co.uk.

Forget the hooch! Bring on Kombooch!

By Anne Marie

Here we are again, tis the season for merrymaking and fond festive gatherings with friends and loved ones.  Of course, this season of togetherness brings back the long held traditions of hot toddies, casual daytime tipples and full-fledged boozing!

Since we know that you’ve been a good boy or girl this year, by keeping up your regular hot yoga practice, or have just begun to make hot yoga part of your winning life strategy for happiness, we know that this time of year is crucial for feeling your best emotionally, keeping your physical health, and maintaining your personal power around the influence of your own cheeky self and the pushy joviality of others.

Christmas gatherings are especially renown for putting the body through a rigorous test of endurance.  Whether you partake in some of the cultural artery cloggers (pigs in a blanket) or maintain a semblance of grace with filling nut loaves and Yorkshire puds a plenty, there is one major culprit at the table that begs for a bit more consideration: alcohol.  This little bugger in a bottle is the bane for many, as it bears the comforts of years past, yet, makes us feel like we’ve taken a decade long hit back to our unwanted past – every year.

For some, being around alcohol is not an issue.  Some are able to maintain casual composure, drink moderately and not feel too poorly from a small amount of social drink.  Others may be easily holding their ground among peers with overindulgence on rich foods and heavy drinking, very likely becoming the sufferers of well earned hangovers (congrats) or gathering a steady stream of New Year’s depression, (ever heard of ‘post booze blues’?)

A third category is for those somewhere in the middle, and this article will be of most benefit.  These individuals may wish to drastically reduce their alcohol intake, abstain for a certain period of time, and/or eventually stop drinking altogether.  If one of these sounds like you, have no fear.  There are plenty of us in town and our community at HYS is committed to helping you know that you are totally supported for making that choice.  And, you’re still cool.

I had, at one point in my life, been able to knock back copious amounts of heavy alcohols: red wine, dark ales, spirits and energy drinks, and combine them with super heavy foods.  Suffice it to say, these habits do not pair well with an energizing and progressing yoga practice (especially Hot Yoga).  You may have noticed that when you began your hot yoga ‘career’, this will have instantly had an impact on your tolerance.  Good thing!  Everyone loves a cheap date, and falling all over yourself is never sexy.  Really.

Back to reality though.  This time of year is very important, yet challenging to get through for those who are actively trying to reduce or negate their intake of alcohol.  For a period of about 2-3 years, gatherings with booze were uncomfortable and stressful for me.  This is a fraction of what it looked like:

I wanted to drink, but I didn’t want to depend on it to enjoy myself.  I wanted to trust and be content in my natural state, like a yoga teacher. 

I didn’t want to drink, but was sick of people hassling me, asking me why “I don’t drink,” “Why I thought I was better than everyone else,” and “What’s wrong with drinking a beer?” Really, I was trying to figure those out for myself.

I wanted to drink, but really wanted to change completely and never drink again because I was addicted to it.  I didn’t want to identify with ‘being a drinker’ anymore.

I didn’t want to drink, yet people would pour me/buy me drinks even if I said no, and my will power was just too weak…

To tell you the truth, a number of things happen in these situations, but the key points are:

1. If you choose to not drink for an evening, a period of time, or to stop drinking altogether - everyone you know will likely give you shit for it.  So don’t worry about them, and press on.  Find a reason and stick with it. 

2.  It’s hard enough for you to not drink.  Tell your friends that it’s not about them, it’s about you and your choice, so a little support would be greatly appreciated.

3.  It’s hard not to judge others when sober - it is best to surround yourself with people who are not pissed in order to stay at ease and enjoy yourself.  If it gets later in the evening, no one will be bothered if you leave early, or retire for the night to go for a walk, practice yoga, read or meditate before bed.

Over time, I would feel great before a party, enjoying myself, feeling well connected so had a few sips, only to berate myself for messing up my pure joy.  Knowing that I had tampered with the power of yoga somehow diminished the effects that booze would give.  With time and efforts, the benefits of yoga outweighed the buzz of booze.  Fast forward to now, if I have alcohol, the effects it has are immediate (literally one sip/ half glass) and I have to stop there to prevent feeling a headache or falling asleep!  For me, I am super happy to be in this place.  There are no strings of judgment towards myself, others, or to alcohol as a substance.  Like any other addiction, I am aware of how I worked hard to ‘get into it’ and how I had to work hard to ‘get out of its grip’.

Without further ramblings, here are my favorite booze substitutes that you must have for the holidays.   Whether you just want to maintain a very moderate pace, or if you’re not keen on the green bottles to begin with.  These are fab!  Cheers!

Natureo – De alcoholised Wine (red/white) – this is a newfound gem.  While I was not sure if this would be similar to the sweet juice type grog we’re expected to get down around this time, this was a pleasant surprise.  A mature and full-bodied Syrah grape ‘juice’ that has been through the whole wine process, it has all the show of a great bottle and rich appearance in a wine glass.  If you were trying to be sneaky, this would definitely pass for a ‘proper’ glass.  Worth the £7.50, and cool for casual sipping without a sugary buzz.  Found it at the Dram Shop.

Kombucha – For me, home brewing kombucha (fermented black/green tea) the past 5 years is what gave me a huge boost in kicking beer/champagne urges.  All the fizz you need to fit in.  Kombucha has wonderful health benefits including probiotics, and acids that replicate those that keep the body healthy and detoxified.  You can brew your own, or buy some from Beanies.  Black teas are better for a beery flavor, green teas can be elegant and light.  Watch out, once bottled they can explode with fizz!  Come see me if you need a free starter, and check online at theteapot.co.uk to get your kit.  Forget the hooch, Bring on the ‘Booch! 

Rochester Ginger - this stuff is great.  Bring this to any gathering and everyone will take a shot.  It’s just that, a great hot hit to the throat of ginger - just like a Whisky!  This is lovely to sip on after dinner by the fire.  It feels great on a cold congested throat too.  Get it at Holland and Barrett for £4.99.  So Dickensian.

The Borowski Blend – I don’t know if anyone else has had this as a family drink, but we used to get this mixer as kids at my great-grandmothers house in Little Neck.  I love it, and it’s super easy: 

¼ glass Orange Juice

¼ glass Cranberry juice

½ glass Seltzer (fizzy) water. 

Bam, a tall bevvie!


If you still need some ideas of what to drink, there are choices abound.  Holland and Barrett have all kinds of juices and health drinks like Rabenhorst.  You can always have fresh fruit/juice with fizzy water.  If you’re particularly crafty and want to go wild, you can recreate some of the shots we had at our Member’s Appreciation party earlier this year with fresh ginger, lime and turmeric juice shots (with a grind of black pepper on top).  Either way, enjoy yourself this season, drink what you want to drink, feel elated by love and festive cheer and keep that high into the New Year.  You got this!

Let me know how you get on, and tell us your own experiences about going booze free.  Happy Holidays!

 

Big Love,
Anne Marie

New Year's Day Tagine

By Luke

New years day across the country starts for many as a bit of a fog. Whether that is due to a little over indulgence the night before or just a weariness from a week of socialising, Christmas dinner-ing and short dark days, my guess is that you are unlikely to jump out of bed on the first of January and decide to spend some serious time in the kitchen. I feel an appropriate meal would be something which could be thrown together and left to stew whilst everyone clears their heads with a little stroll.

My food plan for new years day is a tagine. A tagine is a Moroccan stew made in a special clay pot called a Tagine. These pots can be found in most cookery shops, but any pot with a close fitting lid will do the trick. The idea is to cook your ingredients with a small amount of liquid on a very low heat for a long time. The end result should be thick and hearty not soupy. Try not to peak more than a couple of times as the steam keeps things moist and holds in the flavour. The great thing about them is that you can adapt the recipe to suit what is left in your cupboards and fridge after the festive period.

Serves 4-5

Ingredients:
1 onion, finely chopped
2 cloves garlic, sliced
2 tsp ground cumin
2 tsp ground cinnamon
1 Tbsp paprika
2 tsp ground turmeric
1 squash peeled and chopped into 5cm chunks. Try a Crown Prince variety if you are bored with butternut squash.
2 Aubergines chopped into 3cm chunks
1 can chickpeas, drained
1 can chopped tomatoes
400 ml vegetable stock
1 Tbsp fresh grated ginger
1 tsp saffron stamens
100 g dried apricots, halved and quavered
20 g sultanas
1 preserved lemon, skin and flesh finely chopped. These little beauties are worth seeking out if you can find them in the supermarket or deli. They add a great depth of flavour to many dishes. If you cant find them, squeeze half a lemon into the pot just before serving.
1 handful fresh parsley

1) Heat the oil over a medium/low heat and gently fry the onion and garlic until soft. ~10 minutes
2) Stir in the cumin, cinnamon, paprika and turmeric.
3) Next add the squash and aubergine. Stir through to coat in the spices and fry for a minute.
4) Then add the stock and rest of the ingredients. Bring to a boil, stir and reduce the heat as low as possible and simmer with the lid on for an hour. Alternatively place in the oven at 170 for an hour. 5) Check after 40 minutes, if the stew is looking too dry add a splash of water, or if things are looking a bit soupy leave the lid off to evaporate some of the water.
Finally stir through a generous handful of chopped fresh parsley. Serve with a simple side of cous cous, or pita bread.



Feel Energised and Pampered this Christmas

For anyone that has had the pleasure of talking to me in the studio will probably know how I feel about the Weleda body oil range– particularly the Birch anti cellulite oil in its beautiful green glass bottle. I have been known to purchase a new bottle, open it immediately and shove it under the nose of anyone standing close to me demanding they smell the beauty there and then!

Have you smelt it yet? Wow! It’s an absolutely beautiful assault on your senses – It’s fresh and deep and clean and invigorating. I have always loved a body oil as a way of moisturising my skin. My skin feels grateful as it sinks in and leaves its wonderful smell on my now youthful plump looking skin.

I put it on my face (for that dewy skin look – make-up goes on beautifully after by the way), I use it after the shower, I put in on before my yoga practice  so your sweat smells good! (no need to use soap in the shower after!), I use it after dry body brushing ( more on that later), I use it last thing as night on my neck and décolletage as a soothing smell to send me off to sleep. I use it on my children after swimming practice, I use it instead of a hand cream and I intend to buy a spritzer bottle and mix it with water and then spray it to my hearts content around my home/car and on my friends!

Anne Marie asked me one day if I had ever tried dry body brushing and then using the oil after. Dry body brushing is an ancient Ayurvedic practice. So I bought  a body brush from the studio and armed with my beautiful Birch oil I gave it a try.

You brush in long strokes towards the heart starting with the soles of your feet, legs, torso (circular movements here on the abdomen) and then back to long strokes on your sides, arms, shoulders and back. Afterwards you slather on your chosen body oil and feel amazing and energized (similar to how I feel after a yoga class). I brush for a few minutes maximum but if you have the time or inclination then you can brush for longer (between 2 and 20 minutes is the optimum time).

The brushing makes you feel relaxed and energized all at the same time and feel so good as my skin tingles and rushes from the brushes contact. The benefits of this ancient practice are aplenty. It can:
  • Stimulate Your Lymphatic System. In your body, your lymphatic system is the system responsible for eliminating cellular waste products.
  • Exfoliate your skin.
  • Increase Circulation.
  • Get rid of in-grown hairs.
  • Reduce Cellulite.
  • Offer stress Relief.
  • Improve Digestion and Kidney Function.
The Weleda oil range is organic and biodynamic (made  and produced completely in tune with nature) and when you see the price ( a third of the cost of any of the leading luxury beauty brands body oils) it’s even more impressive. Check out the whole range of oils available at the studio. Birch is my first love but I have tried Lavender and Pomegranate that are both just as good. I intend to purchase the Citrus oil next and then more Birch…..

I now dry body brush every morning before my shower and then use my Birch oil and I’m ready to go feeling energized and pampered. P.s. I think I may purchase a few for my friends for a luxurious Christmas present – who would not want the gift of youthful soft and nourished skin this Xmas?



Reflect, let go, look forward: Our Winter Solstice Workshop

By Koreen Clements

The Winter Solstice combines two of my favourite things… the cosiness of winter and planning out my life. In this post, I’ll talk about planning out my life and in a later post, I’ll talk about the cosiness of winter.

A few weeks back, I mentioned that in highschool I spent my Friday evenings at the library. Well, this next post may solidify my geekiness in your eyes. I love to plan my life. And review my plan on a regular basis. At the start of high school, we were given a booklet of all the courses the school offered for the next five years.

Having just had a daughter finish A-levels I’ve seen the typical teenage response to this item. Take it out of the bag to show mom. Mom reads through it. Sits on table for next three weeks. Finally after being prompted by mom, digs it out from under the pile of paper that’s accumulated on top of it. Has a cursory glance and jots down the classes she was interested on a piece of paper.

I, however, thought my booklet was the best thing ever. I read through it cover to cover. I folded down corners of pages. Underlined important information. Starred the courses I was interested in, one, two or three stars depending on how interested I was in them. Then I made a chart of years 9-13 and the number of courses we could take each year, which was eight, for a total of 40 courses that I could take.

I put in all the required courses. Then I reviewed the spots left. I had a good idea that I wanted to stick with Sciences, which meant that I had to keep up Math. But there were so many other subjects I wanted to do as well. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough spots to fit in all the classes I wanted to take and I had to make some tough decisions. Eventually, I came up with my five year plan. Then I put it away until the following year.

Each year I would get the book and my paper out, reviewing it with the previous year in my mind and tweak my plan. Similarly with my life plans. In grade school, I read a story about heart and lung transplants and wanted to be a heart surgeon so I could help save people’s lives.

In high school, I liked Dr Quinn the Medicine Woman and wanted to move to the Northwest Territories and set up my own clinic in a small community. I could even see what it looked like. It had two treatment rooms, a front desk and waiting area with a bunch of kids toys and a desk with a computer and lots of reference cds of medical conditions. My idea was that people could come in and use it as a reference for looking up something they were concerned about (this was before the internet). My main goal was to empower people to look after their health.

In university, I fell out of love with the idea of being a doctor, mainly because I actually started to talk to a few doctors and discovered that they always felt they were on call and could never turn off. And I disagreed with how they were being trained - the sleep deprivation during internship. I was very confused because surely they knew the studies that showed impaired cognitive performance and decision making with lack of sleep. And if so, then why would they deliberately put people into situations that where they could make mistakes on life and death decisions. It boggled my mind.

So I shifted to wanting to become a genetic counsellor. I was going to help people make difficult decisions based on science and statistics. To expectant parents, whether to continue with the pregnancy, if there was a high risk of Down’s syndrome, Tay Sachs or sickle cell anemia. To adult children of parents with Huntingtons, whether or not to be tested themselves and whether or not to have kids.

Then I went to grad school and shifted to becoming an academic. I was going to have my own lab, my own research program and an army of grad students. I’d teach courses, inspire students and change the world with my discoveries. Except research isn’t like that. Or at least it wasn’t for me.

Sure I was doing stuff. Staring at pretty glowing brain cells under a microscope, in a dark windowless room in the basement. For hours at a time. Sure I made some moderately interesting discoveries. A rat model of Attention Deficit Hyperactivity disorder uses different strategies to solve memory tasks, which may be related to differences in neural activity in different regions of their brains. Meh, but what does that really mean?  

It wasn’t enough for me - I wasn’t making a difference in people’s lives. I’d lost sight of my childhood desire to help people. And that’s when I started doing hot yoga. Later, when my work started interfering with my ability to do yoga, that’s when I knew I needed to make a change.

Even before I did my teacher training, my goal was to open a hot yoga studio in Sheffield and help change people’s lives. However it wasn’t that easy. When I arrived in Sheffield I was miserable. For six weeks, I was unbearable. Until I finally began to annoy myself and started two things. First, I took up an Ashtanga yoga practice, because the other styles I had tried just weren’t for me. And I started to focus on what was going well in my life, rather than what I didn’t like.  

Several months later I met Anne Marie and the rest, as they say, is history. Five years later, we have a humming hot yoga studio in Sheffield. A great team of staff, teachers and helpers who love spreading the joy of yoga and keep us running smoothly. A world-class community of students who are seriously some of the best yogis in the world, who show up, are responsible and respectful, who listen and question, and make yoga their own.

Every day I am thankful that this is my job because I know that I’m having a positive impact on people’s lives and that we are making Sheffield an even better place to live. And that’s what’s important to me.

Each time I made my plan I never knew if it’d actually become reality, but it kept me moving forward towards something. And as I kept moving, new information came along that I could use to help shape the direction I was going. At certain points, I would pause and review to see if where I was going felt right for me then, and if not, then I could change. And that’s  me what I do at  the end of each year.

The Winter Solstice is the perfect pause point to know where you are right now and first reflect back upon the past year. To see what has worked and what hasn’t. To appreciate everything you’ve done. To let go of things that no longer serve you. And then to look forward to the next year. To set intentions about where you want to be in the next year. To chose a theme to focus your actions.  

If planning your life is something you already adore, or you’re just starting to dip your toes into, then the workshop on December 18th will be a perfect Sunday afternoon to get your yearly review underway.

Lots of love and planning geekiness,

Koreen



Giving Thanks

By Anne Marie

While each day brings me moments to be thankful for, taking this time at thanksgiving is great to collect all of those gems and marvel at the collection. Life is so rich, no matter what may be going on, there is meaning in everything and it's important to reflect.

This year, I can truly say that I am thankful for my life here in Sheffield. With a job that enables me to develop myself creatively, and spiritually, and give what I can (and all I am) to others, I can't imagine existing in a world where this freedom would be denied. I am thankful for a deeply connected and loving relationship with my man Luke and our sweet feline child 'Baby K'. We have almost purchased our first house and I am delighted to know that we can make it our own with good old time and effort. I am thankful to have the integrity of a solid yoga practice and spiritual grounding in self awareness to know - that despite how the events of the world are unfolding, it is possible, and inevitable for things to change, and that we make a difference in this world every day, in each moment, in the way that we relate to ourselves and others. I am thankful for the values I hold for seeing things through, and trusting in life and the divine order of the universe. I trust in the stuff we're made of, and know that to hone in on our personal path for Truth, we can and will cultivate a life of pure majesty. If I didn't think this were true, I wouldn't have moved to England, studied yoga, married a beautiful soul, worked for what I believed in, and created a life of gratitude, wonder, and learning. With a community of beautiful people, fascinating ideas and imagery, what's not to be thankful for? Happy Thanksgiving.

By Koreen

My family growing up - where laughter and silliness was an everyday thing. My husband - whose steadiness and strength has been like a lighthouse guiding me home. Our four daughters - who are amazing young women finding their place in this world. My girls’ dad - who despite our differences has put the girls first and made parenting them a fun adventure. My son - who reminds me everyday of how to be present and live in the now. Our cosy home - we have all we need and a little more. A job I adore that doesn’t feel like work; colleagues who are a pleasure to work with and an amazing community of the best yoga students on the planet - attentive, dedicated, respectful, supportive and seriously good fun.

Bikram Yoga - What you need to know

By HYS teacher, Michelle Shenton

I love teaching Bikram at Hot Yoga Sheffield. It’s an absolute pleasure to teach this series of postures to such a fantastic community of yoga students and so far all I have seen is focus determination and discipline in the hot room. This is what Bikram is all about!

What is Bikram Yoga?

Bikram yoga is a set sequence of 26 postures and 2 breathing exercises. It is conducted in heat – 40 degree heat and 40% humidity to be precise. Most of you probably already know but the heat helps you to get deeper into postures without hurting yourself. The humidity is present the assist in sweating – yeah, you sweat A  LOT! Detoxing through sweat will help you to take in more water, it can change your appetite, and it can help you to sleep better. There are a multitude of health benefits!

All true Bikram instructors are trained by Bikram himself in a grueling 9 week teacher training course where they practice twice per day for 6 days per week. Its hard, very hard, but the lessons learned in that 9 weeks are invaluable in order to become a good teacher.

Where did Bikram Yoga come from?

Bikram yoga was created by Bikram Choudhury. Born in Calcutta, Bikram began studying yoga at the age of 4 and was a yoga champion in his teens. In the 1970’s he was left wheelchair bound from a crippling accident and was told he would never walk again, but Bikram made a complete recovery thanks to heat and yoga.  It was out of the remarkable regime that he developed his sequence of yoga postures and breathing exercises that he still teaches today. Bikram has over 2 million students and hundreds of schools worldwide.

Why Bikram Yoga?

Bikram Yoga is a challenging class but it is intended for all abilities from beginners through to advanced.  Through challenges in the class room we learn that our breathing is our best ally and our mind can be our worst enemy. We learn to use the breath to calm the mind, in turn, we can then focus more on the postures and concentrate our attention on the instructions promoting a mind-body connection. Lessons in the yoga studio can help us in our daily life as we learn more about our ‘Self’, we will be more relaxed, focused, patient and have a greater connection with our body than ever before.

It is 90 minutes of ‘open eye’ active meditation where keeping the eyes open keeps us in the present moment. This will help you to feel like you have nothing else to think about and nothing else to do.

What if I feel like I need to leave?    

Your only goal in a Bikram class is to stay in the room. Remember, sit down when you feel like you need it and come back to your breathing slowly through the nose, we have our whole lives to master these postures and each class is a journey, a process – it’s a journey for you and your body only on your mat on that day at that time. Each day is different, we quickly learn that about our body, amongst lots of other things. There is no pressure to complete any of the postures, ignore the ego and let it go…..

How will Bikram yoga benefit me?

Through regular practice a student can expect to lose weight, look younger with a clear, glowing complexion, and develop stamina, tone muscles, and speed up recovery from injuries with increased blood flow. It can help to relieve asthma, improve digestion, and stabilize blood pressure.

Autumn Weekend Blueberry Pancakes

Don’t you just love this time of year, where ‘cozy time’ is weekly household occurrence?  Sheffield sure has its kicks for getting out on the weekend, whether you’re a night owl or an early bird, but no matter what your plans are for spending quality time with friends and family, there is always time for pancakes!

While I was not dismayed to learn that English pancakes are in fact, just crepes – often made savory, or sweetened with granules of sugar and lemon; surely delicious in their own way – there is something sensational about home cooked sweet breakfasts like American pancakes.  One of my all time favorites (see what I did there? In keeping with the US theme) will always be the cherished Blueberry Pancake.

Now, I’m not even sure I should bestow this recipe to you, as there have been versions that come and go, and I really think this one’s a keeper.  But first, let me regale you with my fondness for the blueberry pancake.

Back in the day on Long Island, when I was growing up, the weekends were all about going to the Diner.  After church, families would pack it in for brunch, and as teenagers, my friends and I would wake up late and make our way to some of the best: Triple Crown Diner on Jamaica Ave., the New Hyde Park Diner on Hillside, sometimes I’d be out with my dad getting ready for a day of odd jobs, so we’d stop into the Mineola Diner which epitomizes the imagery of classic old fashioned diner - with fixed train wheels and all.

Despite the selection, I have always had only a handful of favorites that I would test out at these digs to make sure they knew what they were doing.  Besides years of grilled cheese sandwiches with a pickle and coleslaw, milkshakes with cheese fries, I absolutely adored breakfasts like Challah Bread French Toast dusted with icing sugar, and my dear Blueberry Pancakes with an orange juice to start and coffee on the side. 

Now, the main thing was: even then, if I were to get blueberries in my ‘cakes, they’d better be REAL!  It ain’t about that blueberry sauce or flavored syrup you get at IHOP, we’re talking about proper food here.  Anyway, when these bad girls came out, they were stacked about three high, as wide as the plate, served with a scoop of butter and sugar syrup.  I’d put some butter in between each of them to let it melt away and slather loads of syrup all over before digging in.  Each fork cut burst those beauteous blueberries so that dark purple juice went into the mixture of sugary bliss.

Well, here we are now.  I’m a bit older, somewhat wiser, and surely more in tune with my body, my relation to other sentient beings and the environment.  So, even though I won’t actually eat anything in a diner anymore – not risking the fries or hash browns either, although those are literally the only vegan item in diners to this day.  I have always had time in my own world to whip up the occasional, but often strong, cravings from the past. 

Without further adieu, here is my recipe for Vegan/Gluten Free Blueberry Pancakes.   I have added polenta/cornmeal here to really give the home cooked ‘mouthfeel’ of a crispy edge, and homeliness can hardly be achieved without cinnamon.  These will satisfy the craving for cozy and even help you justify the complimentary (decaf) coffee on the side.   Be sure to head out for a walk in the Peaks after these, or get settled for a film.

Autumn Weekend Blueberry Pancakes
(American Style)

Vegan & Gluten Free

½ cup oats (gluten free)
½ cup polenta (fine)
1 cup any non-dairy milk
1 apple (blended)
1 tsp chia seeds
1 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp baking powder (gluten free)
1 cup blueberries

Coconut oil
Maple syrup
Apple/berries

 

1. First, make oat flour from the oats – putting them in a dry blender or processor.  You can use oat flour if you have already. 

2. Combine the oat flour and rest of the dry ingredients (polenta, cinnamon, baking powder) together in a mixing bowl.

3. Next, take the apple (cored), chia seeds, and the milk alternative, and blend those together. 

4. Pour the wet mixture into the dry and mix them to create a batter.  If you need more liquid, you can add more milk or a dash of water to keep it runny yet thick.  When these are combined fully, fold in the blueberries.

5. Heat up the ‘griddle’ and use the coconut oil for cooking. 

6. A thin layer per batch will be sufficient.  Pour about 3 pancakes into the pan and let them cook until the edges become slightly crispy, check beneath to see if they are golden brown.  When they are, flip them over. 

7. Repeat this until you’ve made all of the batter into pancakes.  You can keep them warm in the oven while you cook so you can present them all at once. 

This recipe makes approximately 7 pancakes.

To serve, add three pancakes per plate, drizzle with maple syrup and garnish with cut apple slices and more blueberries on top. 

Enjoy!

 


Be sad, forget, forgive and restore

A story by Marie

My yoga journey started I think back in 2009.  Yoga was something I had always wondered about throughout my younger days, but nobody where I was brought up did yoga, you only ever saw it on the telly. Like most I suppose, in my teens and early twenties I had gone through the keep fit fads of the time… aerobics, step classes, running, water aerobics, numerous celebrity videos, power walking, zumba, circuit training, indoor and outdoor. The list goes on….

I was never a team sport kind of person unlike my brothers who were champions in our house, picking up trophies and medals galore.  I was never a “sport billy “ unlike my brothers.  I wasn’t competitive, preferring quietly to do my own thing.

In my head I was a frustrated ballerina. I was always amazed at their physical strength and beautiful physique but their poise, balance, elegance and ability to hold themselves in these amazing positions for a period of time always amazed me.  It was a gorgeous pipe dream but being the completely wrong shape I knew this was something I was NEVER going to be able to do, there was no real commitment or longevity to all the above exercise regimes. …But I knew I was supple, could stretch, and had good strong legs like my wee granny.

I was always health conscious probably due to my nursing background and believe I had a responsibility to care for my own health physical and emotional and my spiritual wellbeing.   Don’t get me wrong; I have my moments of over indulgence and being bad, I have a busy family and social life. However there must be something else out there that suits this body thinks me…..

Yoga became part of my life in 2008 when I started going to a local class firstly to satisfy my curiosity.

I am getting older, less inclined to go to full on mental gym classes and competing with the lithe younger members of my local gym just did not appeal. “ Okay, what next, am I trying this yoga or what?”  So I did and loved it.

For the next 4 years I never looked back.

Going to yoga twice a week became a ritual, it gave me solace and time to be me and reorganize my busy head space and thank goodness it did.  I was about to endure what was about to become the most emotionally traumatic time of my life.

A period of overwhelming sadness and loss … terminal illness then bereavement of my dear sister in law,  physical and emotional exhaustion with travelling and caring,  guilt at not being there to help with family needs, loss of my job,  divorce, and a devastating betrayal and loss of trust involving a person I love and people who I thought were friends.

My anxiety levels were reaching fever pitch and I was struggling to find a way to manage and cope with the desperation and black fury that was swallowing up my life.  Yoga guided me, allowed me to dig deep and ground me, acknowledge how sad and raw I felt as a person, allowed me to cry like a baby when I left the class.  Afterwards I did feel uplifted and able to face the day.

Then the classes stopped… leaving me lost and broken.

Until I think it was one August day in 2014 I was out and picked up the Sheffield Star, opened it and there was an advertisement for a new Hot Yoga class opening in Sheffield. I am unsure exactly what the ad said but I will always remember seeing the photo of Anne Marie and Koreen in a pose outside the studio and thinking how cool they looked.  And I am thinking I bet they really KNOW how to do proper yoga. Am I doing this? Am I going to bite the bullet and go to one of these classes?

So I did…. After getting parked somewhere on one of the side streets, as I had no idea where I was, I walked into the class.

That first visit was the beginning of the road to recovery for me.

The immediate thing I remember was the heat, god it was hot in there, the steam running down the windows, the aromatic smell… and Anne Marie welcoming me and being so kind and making general conversation with 2 or 3 people that were waiting around, getting themselves organized.  I felt quietly excited about doing my first class, it never even crossed my mind that I might struggle, not keep up, or just not be able to cope with what lay ahead in the studio.  She was so reassuring and positive. In that moment I knew I was coming back. And this was before I had even planted myself on my mat! After that first slow sun salutation, I was hooked.

Hot Yoga Sheffield provided me with a safe place to come and go and be sad, forget, forgive, believe, re-establish my self belief, restore my sense of self and yet continually challenge myself physically, emotionally and spiritually. It has made me realize my own strength of character. Help me find purpose, calmness of mind and heart and tolerance. But more importantly for me, help to let go of the negative and destructive emotions that were going to destroy me. I think the best way for me to honestly describe it is that I felt like a wounded child the day I walked in and Hot Yoga were the outstretched warm, welcoming arms that wrapped around me and held on tight helping me heal.

I keep coming back for all the above reasons. I love the diversity of the yogis, everyone matters, the lack of competitiveness except with yourself. I now feel the dark desperation is subsiding and being replaced with positivity and feeling uplifted.  

Those arms are slowly letting me go and I am now saying bring it on,

I’m ready, I’m getting better in mind and body.

I listen intently to each teacher’s yoga message but again one class recently that I attended one message has now become a particular mantra for me:

“Yoga is about cultivating detachment….” I am embracing the changes, letting go of the past and living each day in the present. And am thankful for the beautiful people and things I have in my life.

I love the after class chatting, trying the juices, watching people come and go, reading the literature that is lying about the desk, looking at the products for sale.  It’s a good place to just be and thank you for helping me rebuild my firm foundations, relationships with others but more importantly with myself.

Lots of people ask me “so what is hot yoga” ?

My answer “go and try and see and experience … it will  challenge you, it’s hard but it will fine tune every aspect of your life as it has mine.”

Yogi love to all xxx

 

Hot Yoga ruins ice cream

Ice cream was my one and only vice until hot yoga ruined it.

Growing up, I was a geek. On Friday nights, I went to the library with my best friend. When I was 16 I was disciplined for lack of communication that’s my parentspeak for ‘grounded’ because I came home late. It was about 9 pm on a Sunday night because I had gone to an evening service at my friend’s church.

I’ve never done drugs. I’ve smoked a cigarette once, under the willow tree by our creek with my friend and I thought it was disgusting and never did it again. I’ve never been drunk. When I was a teenager I’d occasionally have a sip or small glass of homemade wine and eggnog at holiday meals because it was grown up and my siblings couldn’t.

My first real drink was suggested by my good friend and made by my father-in-law when I was 22, a Brown Cow - Kahlua and milk, or the closest thing to chocolate milk that she could come up with. And I think the last drink I had was at my divorce party over 6 years ago.

But ice cream. Mmmm, now that’s something to crave.

Hard ice cream over soft. In a bowl, not a cone. Always chocolate, never vanilla. I mean, if you’re desperate and chocolate is not available, then vanilla with chocolate ripple or chocolate chips could be had grudgingly.

When I was about seven, my Aunt, who’s 13 years older than me worked at a Best’s, an ice cream store in Grand Bend, a tourist beach town, during the summer. I’m not sure why she didn’t have a car or why her boyfriend didn’t pick her up, but one night my Oma took me to pick her up.

I got a mountain of their homemade triple chocolate (chocolate icecream, chocolate ripple and chocolate chips) in a bowl and sat out on the picnic table in the warm summer’s night waiting for her to finish whilst listening to the buzz - a mix of excited teenagers paired with cranky toddlers and tired parents. It was quite possibly the best ice cream on the planet and I scraped the bowl clean.

Growing up as the oldest of five, I’d get to babysit my siblings and after they were in bed, then I’d practice my super sneaky spy moves for a good cause - ice cream of course.

First, I’d take a spoon from the drawer and slowly open up the deep freezer. This required great stealth because if I opened it quickly it would squeak and they’d know what I was doing and want some. Next I’d prop the lid on my shoulder, whilst I reached down to find the ice cream. Then I’d carefully slide the box out and slowly lower the lid back down. Phew, phase 1 complete.

Next whilst balancing on the shoes that were always left in front of the freezer I’d shave off two millimetres across the top of the whole box so that no one would notice. Then I’d have another layer if I still had time - no kids coming downstairs or the sound of my parent’s cars. The muffler seemed to be perpetually broken, which was embarrassing to be dropped off at school in, but super useful to know when to stop eating ice cream.

Finally, I’d have to put the box back in exactly where it was, slowly lower the lid, wash the spoon, put it back in the drawer. Turn off the light, sprint upstairs and dive under the covers. Leaving enough time for my breathing and heart rate to slow down before they would check in on me.

When I lived in New Zealand, ice cream was also a focal point for my work colleagues and I. We’d walk the 10 minutes down George St to the local mall and by mall I really mean a small gathering of shops in three consecutive buildings. Fargate would have more shops. And in the mall was an ice cream store. We’d go there if an experiment didn’t go right. Or after a rough meeting with our supervisor. Or simply for a break mid week. And I’d get the white chocolate raspberry ripple when I was feeling fancy. Or chocolate when I wasn’t.

Until I started hot yoga. Because I was doing Bikram yoga, the sequence of poses, the heat, even the words the instructors say was the same every single time it really highlighted how I wasn’t the same each time I came into the room. I started to notice that sometimes I’d have this horrible awful yucky mucousy feeling at the back of my throat in class. Occasionally it even felt like I was going to gag from it. Finally I clued in. Every time I had ice cream that day or the day before I did a class, that feeling was there. No ice cream. No awful feeling.

And eventually I decided that it just wasn’t worth it. Although I surprised my co-workers when I didn’t order ice cream and got a juice smoothie instead, they really thought I was crazy when I said that I can’t have ice cream because I was going to yoga that night and it ruins my class.

And even though I missed it, it just wasn’t worth it. Being able to breath and focus in yoga was much more important to me, than a bowl of ice cream. And it was at that point that I knew I had changed. Who I was before starting hot yoga would never understand, but for me now, it was a no-brainer.  

How about you? Have you noticed anything similar? Something that you used to love, but now it ruins something else you love even more, so it has to go? Let us know over on our Facebook page.

By the way, there are loads more dairy-free options now and my current favourites are Mint Chocolate Chip and Ben and Jerry’s Peanut Butter and Cookies, which is not available in the UK right now. And probably a good thing :)



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