When adaptation becomes survival

Leanne is sat in a pink sweater sits comfortably on a chair, smiling softly at the camera. Beside her, a small black and white dog is stretched out on the carpet in front of a fluffy blue pet bed, creating a cozy and serene scene at home.

It can feel creative, wise, and freeing to find a different way of doing things. A way that works with your body instead of against it. A way that helps you keep going, keep moving, keep living.

And then there are times when adaptation does not feel inspiring at all.

New Year, Same You (and that’s the whole point)

Curvy woman smiling with eyes closed, giving herself a gentle hug in a cosy, softly lit room.

Hello lovely Mob and suporters, and Happy New Year. If January feels a bit loud or heavy, you’re not alone. There’s so much pressure flying around to change ourselves, improve ourselves, push harder. We’re not doing that here. Mobilates is a place to come exactly as you are, wobbly, tired, low-spoon, hopeful, all of it. This year (and every year) we’re choosing nurturing, body love, gentle safe movement, and a community that reminds you you’re already enough.

It Wasn’t Just a Tick Bite 😱

Leanne's eyes looking down at the camera with smudges underneath

So, can you believe it? I’ve got Lyme Disease. On top of everything else I’m already managing with hormones and endometriosis, this feels like a cruel extra. I don’t feel that great to be honest.