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Autoimmune Awareness Month: Common Threads For Us All

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The month has flown by — and with it, Autoimmune Awareness Month 2015 is coming to a close, as winter turns to spring. I love that March – the only month of the year that “comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb” is the month for reflection and focus on autoimmune awareness.  It’s a poignant parallel

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One Lucky Autoimmune Mom: Strength, Courage & Laughter

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“Sometimes I worry that my disease will taint their childhoods. Then I think of what my scleroderma can teach them.” Playing games on the floor, bicycle riding, swimming, boating, hiking, running, rock climbing, surfing, skiing, scuba diving, and horseback riding; all activities my kids have asked me to do with them. Oh, how I wish that I could do all

6 Beautifully Simple Ways to Prioritize Self-Care This Year

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For a long time, I’ve been saying that my health and self-care are my top priorities.  It slowly dawned on me, however, that my actions did not match my words. In contemplating the discrepancy, I listed the ways I was putting something else above myself.  From that list, I came up with a few key ways to put yourself last.

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24 Months Postpartum With Hashimoto’s: Hit the Reset Button

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In my last post when I was 18 month postpartum, I mentioned that I’m starting to feel more optimistic about life as a mom with a toddler and managing Hashimoto’s thyroiditis.  I also wrote that I’m starting to feel stable, in what has seemed like such a hormonal seesaw during postpartum. As AutoimmuneMom.com founder Katie Cleary talked about in one of

It’s a “Live-It”, Not A Diet: How A Chef-Turned-Health Coach Healed Her Own Hashimoto’s Hypothyroidism With Food

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Hello, I’m Jen and I’ve been obsessed with food all my life. (Hi Jen…) Are you like me?  Do you eat, sleep and dream food too? My love affair with food began where so many others have as well—around the kitchen table.  I lucked out by having grandmothers who could really cook.  My nana’s Italian sausages—a little spicy from the