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24/08/2026

There’s this sneaky little underlying guilt in motherhood. You know what I’m talking about. Not the big stuff, but the kind that shows up at 5pm when you’re exhausted and someone is asking for a snack right before dinner and someone else got pinched and the baby needs something and you open the fridge and feel — just for a moment — resentful that your family needs to eat.

And then immediately guilty for feeling it.

I want to say something about that feeling, because I think it deserves to be said plainly: it’s completely normal. It doesn’t mean you love your family less. It doesn’t mean you’re failing at motherhood. It means you’ve been asked to make one decision too many at the end of one day too long, and your brain has simply run out of runway.

The resentment isn’t about hunger. It’s about structurelessness.

Because here’s what I know now, after years of building systems into our home — when the decision is already made, 5pm stops being a crisis. And when 5pm stops being a crisis, you show up differently. More patient. More present. Not because you became a different person, but because you stopped asking yourself to solve the same problem from scratch every single day.

The guilt went away not because I got more organized or more disciplined or had some kind of personal overhaul. It went away because Arnold and I sat down for twenty minutes one day and just decided — once — what the weekly themes were going to be.

That was it. Twenty minutes. Two years ago. And I haven’t stood paralyzed in front of my fridge at 4:45pm since.

It was the structure that was missing. Never the love.

If any part of this resonated — if you recognized yourself in the 4:45pm fridge moment or the quiet guilt that comes with it — the full story is in my latest video. Link in bio/stories. And the free Calm Meal Formula is there, too, if you want the framework tonight. 🌿

Tell me below: what does 4:45pm look like in your house right now? ZERO judgement, my lovely friends.



Alyssa Levy 📸

22/08/2026

Me: A holistic health coach who has studied food and nutrition for years… 🙋🏻‍♀️

Also me: Standing in front of my fridge. Opening it. Closing it. Opening it again as if something new would magically appear.

Making pasta. Again.

If you’ve ever stood there — exhausted, kids fighting in the background, brain completely done — wondering how someone who literally knows 100 things to make still can’t figure out dinner on a Thursday, I need you to watch today’s video.

The new full video is linked in stories/bio.

✨NEW on the blog: There is a specific kind of cooking that has nothing to do with feeding people.It’s the cooking you do...
22/08/2026

✨NEW on the blog: There is a specific kind of cooking that has nothing to do with feeding people.

It’s the cooking you do when you’re trying to impress someone. When the meal is actually a message. When you’re standing in a kitchen in Paris thinking — if I can pull this off, he will fall completely in love with me, and honestly, he should.

I made quinoa sushi for Arnold in the Jardin du Luxembourg on one of our first dates.

Homemade. Packed. Transported to one of the most beautiful parks in the world with the quiet confidence of a woman who had absolutely decided this man was worth the effort. I had also, somewhere between the rice vinegar and the rolling mat, made it my personal mission to show him just how extraordinary vegan food could be. He didn’t know that part. He’s stoic. I may never know what he was actually thinking. But he kept showing up for dinner, so I choose to believe the quinoa sushi worked.

That season of cooking — Paris, early love, time to spare, a willing and appreciative audience — was one of the great joys of my life. I made raw peanut butter cakes once I discovered he was partial to peanut butter. Culinary feats, assembled with pleasure, eaten with gratitude, completely unhurried. Cooking felt like creativity. Like courtship. Like something I did for the pure joy of it.

And then we had children.

Not immediately, and not all at once — it was gradual, the way most important shifts are. The first baby was manageable. I adapted. But somewhere in the middle of having two boys under three, the joy quietly packed its bags and was replaced by something that felt entirely different: obligation. Daily, unrelenting, from-scratch obligation. The meal that used to be a love letter became a problem to solve. Every single night...

Read/watch more on the blog. Link in bio or stories. ❤️

Guys…. tell me I’m not alone — anyone ever suffered from decision fatigue at dinner time? 🙋🏻‍♀️

📸 Alyssa Levy

16/08/2026

Thirty years ago, OSEA was founded by a mother and daughter in Malibu with a belief in the healing power of the sea. Thirty years ago, I was in Washington state pretending to be Sporty Spice…

We’ve both come a long way. 🙃

OSEA is turning 30 this year. Thirty years of the same commitment to clean, seaweed-powered ingredients — before anyone was calling it clean beauty, before it was a trend, before it was everywhere.

I’ve been through a lot in thirty years.

Washington state to Los Angeles to Paris to New Hampshire. Tomboy to actress to voiceover artist to holistic health coach to mom of three. The throughline is longer and stranger than I ever could have predicted.

The full story is in the video — and it’s one of my favorites. 🌊

Use VEGGIEANN10 for 10% off on top of the 38% anniversary savings on their limited-edition Bestsellers Set. Link in stories.

OSEA

12/08/2026

There is a particular kind of exhaustion that has nothing to do with how hard you’re working.

It arrives not from the emergencies, but from the accumulation of small, identical moments that keep showing up uninvited, day after day, wearing the same outfit. 😂

I used to think the answer was to become more organized. More patient. More disciplined. More something.

I don’t think that anymore.

The real question — the one that changed everything in our home — isn’t how to handle it better. It’s how to stop it from showing up in the first place.

That’s what my latest video is about. Not a productivity system. Not a thirty-day challenge. Something stealthier and more permanent than either of those things. Link in stories. 🌿

Now, tell me, what’s the tiny recurring problem that shows up in your house like an uninvited guest?👇



10/08/2026

I was living in Paris when I found my wedding dress.

Which means I got to do something most brides don’t — walk into a bridal boutique in my own city, with my dearies and , on an ordinary Parisian afternoon, and try on the dress I would wear to marry Arnold.

The boutique was .bridal 👗 This was where I found *the* dress, which was love at first sight, just like with Arnold. — gold sequined, ethically made, completely vegan. GUSH.

We spent the rest of the afternoon with Chloe learning to tie the bow — the big, dramatic bow in the back — so she could do it perfectly on my actual wedding day. There were instructions in French. There were multiple attempts. It was exactly the kind of afternoon I would want to remember forever, and I do. (And you know my girls — and — are both musical artists and performers, which means that even a dress fitting in Paris was, somehow, a production. Check out their musique, friends.)

I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

A few months later I wore it on a terrace overlooking the Pacific Ocean in Puerto Vallarta, in the middle of a Mexican monsoon that cleared just in time for a rainbow. Chloe tied the bow perfectly.

Seven years married today to the man I wore it for. 🤍

Full dress video on YouTube — link in bio.

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SEVEN YEARS ago today we got married at Villa Celeste in Puerto Vallarta — 39 of our people, vegan food that made everyo...
10/08/2026

SEVEN YEARS ago today we got married at Villa Celeste in Puerto Vallarta — 39 of our people, vegan food that made everyone want to dance, and a rainbow that showed up right on cue after the rain.

We have the full wedding video, the vegan destination wedding planning video, and the vegan dress video all on YouTube — links in stories if you want to fall down that rabbit hole today. (I do. 💍)

To everyone who has been here since the beginning — thank you. This whole thing started with a chlorella drink in Paris and somehow turned into three boys, a very full kitchen, and you. 🤍

📸 Ave Sol Photography
Special thanks forever to Tamara and patricia romo
That dress: Truvelle | For modern brides Plume Paris
Shoes: Minuit Sur Terre
And special thanks always to VegNews for featuring us! ✨
❤️



For several years, I owned an owl vase.I bought it in Los Angeles — large, ceramic, deeply self-assured — and when I pic...
03/08/2026

For several years, I owned an owl vase.

I bought it in Los Angeles — large, ceramic, deeply self-assured — and when I picked up and moved to Paris, it came along, too. Across an ocean. In luggage that had weight limits. That owl made the cut.

It was, I will admit, a magnificent object. Regal, even. It sat on the shelf and looked exactly like something a person with taste would own. The problem was that it was too tall to actually hold flowers, which meant it was not, technically, a vase. It was a tchotchke with a superiority complex. And every week, without fail, it needed to be dusted — including the inside, because it was hollow and apparently committed to collecting evidence of my domestic shortcomings.

I cleaned that owl for years. I moved it from shelf to shelf across two countries. I worked around it. I thought about it. I managed it. 🦉

And then, when we moved to New Hampshire, I finally let it fly away. It was bittersweet, as these things are.

What I’ve learned since, and what I now think about constantly as a mom of three boys who is deeply allergic to clutter, is that the owl was never really mine. I was *his.*

Every object you own is asking something of you. And the ones that give nothing back will drain you… one dusting at a time.

That reframe is the entire lens of this week’s video — what actually survived three boys, four years, and a genuinely ruthless editing process. Not products I used twice and photographed beautifully. Everything in it is something I reach for every single day.

Link in bio/stories. 🤍

What’s the one thing you own that you know should fly away — but hasn’t yet? Tell me below. 👇

📷 Alyssa Levy

01/08/2026

I used to think I was a minimalist.

Then I had a baby and suddenly I had a rhino ottoman. 😊

Here’s what actually becoming a minimalist looks like — not the aesthetic, the philosophy: realizing that every single object you own is asking something of you. Not just money. Time. Attention. The low-grade mental hum of things that need to be cleaned, stored, managed, stepped around, and eventually donated to someone who will also not use them.

The question I ask now before buying anything for my baby isn’t “do I need this.” It’s “does this earn its place.”

Those are not the same question. And the difference between them is approximately three boys, four years, and one very humbling basement cleanout. 😬

I went deep on this in my latest video — what actually made the cut across three kids, what I’d tell a first-time mom to skip, and the one question that will completely change how you build a registry.

Link in bio or stories. 🤍

What’s the one baby product that genuinely stood the test of time in your house?

29/07/2026

It’s Wednesday. But let’s talk about Monday.

Monday is Mexican day in our house — always, automatically, without a single moment of deliberation. Not because I planned it this week. Not because I was inspired. Because Monday is Monday, and Monday is Mexican, and that one small decision made once means I never wake up wondering what’s for lunch.

This Monday that looked like: leftover rice and beans, some frozen veg, a splash of Rao’s I needed to use up, and a cocoa powder situation in the sauce because a little mole touch costs nothing and makes everything better. Made a big batch, saved half for the freezer, fed the family.

Baby provided the soundtrack throughout. He has opinions about enchilada day, apparently.
The kids got theirs chopped up with tortilla chips, avocado, and soy crema — not pretty, yummy, and you truly cannot do knife and fork with a two and four year old, so here we are. My bowl got salsa. The background: a beautiful mix of English, French, and ambient family chaos.

This is what the Calm Meal Formula actually looks like in real life. Every Monday. Without thinking about it. Which is entirely the point.

Theme days. Leftovers as components. Freezer logic built in. The free guide is in my bio if you want the whole system. 🌿

What’s your Monday meal? Tell me below.

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