One year ago today I was learning to walk again.
I had been paralysed for 90 days. I had been on IV liquids for four months — no real food, nothing to taste or savour or cook or share. I had been in a coma for 21 days, in the ICU for 60, in hospital for 125. I was swollen with fluid and had lost almost every muscle in my body. I was holding my baby boy River for the first time, not yet strong enough to stand while I did it.
I was afraid. I was broken. I was fighting for my life in a way most people will never have to imagine.
Four days after giving birth to River in January 2025, I contracted one of the rarest infections ever recorded in medical history. I am one of only three people documented to have survived it.
125 days in hospital. I learned to walk again at day 111.
And now — one year later, 52 Sundays later — I am here.
I am dancing in my kitchen with River, who is 25 pounds of pure joy and chaos and the best reason I have ever had to get out of bed. I am cooking for my people again. I am moving my body. I am living — not just surviving, not just getting through, but genuinely, fiercely, gratefully living.
One year. 52 Sundays. Everything shifted.
I didn’t claw my way back with a 14-step morning routine or a perfect wellness protocol. I did it the way I’ve rebuilt myself every time before — after breaking my back, after years of undiagnosed chronic Lyme disease, after spinal fusion surgery — with small, intentional, nourishing acts. One at a time. One day at a time.
And so many of those moments happened on Sundays.
There’s something about a Sunday. That soft, golden, unhurried feeling — the week behind you, the week ahead not yet begun. The light through the kitchen window. The slower breath. The space to actually feel good, if you let yourself. That’s what Sundaze means to me. Not just a day — a feeling. A choice. A ritual. A small, powerful act of coming back to yourself before the world asks everything of you again.
That’s what the Sundaze Club is.
Every Sunday I show up with one nourishing thing — a recipe to make, a ritual to try, or a reflection to sit with. Not ten things. Not a program. Not a challenge. Just one. Chosen with care. Designed to fit into your real life, in the real season you’re in.
Because I am done with wellness that asks everything of you to give you anything back.
I’m Arianne Jones — Olympian, certified holistic nutritionist, chef, cookbook author, and Miracle Mama. My life has been a series of comebacks I was told weren’t possible. What I’ve learned through every single one is this: you don’t rebuild in one big dramatic moment. You rebuild on Tuesdays when you drink your lemon water. You rebuild on Thursday mornings when you take the walk. You rebuild on Sundays when you show up for yourself, quietly and consistently, one small ritual at a time.
Each month you’ll also receive the Feel Good Meal Plan — a full seasonal monthly meal plan with recipes and grocery list, dropping the last Sunday of every month so you step into the new month feeling completely set up.
Are you in your rebuild era? Your healing era? Your I-just-want-to-feel-good era? Your best-self era?
This is your Sunday home. You belong here.
52 Sundays in a year. 52 small rituals. 52 chances to choose yourself.
I am living proof of what 52 Sundays can do.
Come do them with me.
Feed your body. Feed your mind. Feed your soul.
Nourish deeply. Live boldly. Choose joy. Keep what feels good.
— Arianne
