Getting back to “me”

The past few months I’ve been really distracted; I started a new job, I’m planning a wedding, we’ve had issues with our rental apartment and a myriad of other first world problems. This distraction has meant I haven’t done a proper blog post in ages, I haven’t been taking care of myself the way I like to and I haven’t been appreciating all of the little things I like to take time for.

When I moved to Vancouver two years ago, I walked to work every morning and found myself humbled by the fact that I had the privilege of living in such a beautiful city. I promised myself my walk to work along the seawall would be just me and my thoughts – no phone unless I was taking a photo. I looked forward to the views every morning and although they didn’t change, each day it felt like I was seeing it for the first time.

Somewhere along the way, my leisurely walk to work along the seawall was replaced by a route along a busy city street with significantly less scenery and a shorter commute time. I became so preoccupied with what was going on in my own life that I completely forgot to take step back  to enjoy what was going on around me. Sounds cheesy, but it’s true.

This morning, after realizing how long it had been since I had last taken that seawall route, I made a conscious choice to get back into my routine – and I’m so glad I did. The water was still, the air was crisp and the sand had been lightly dusted with frost; it was beautiful and peaceful and serene.

It took a few minutes longer than the other way – and even moreso this morning as I stopped to take it all in – but it really helped me feel back at home and made me realize I need to do “me” more often.

So, back to the morning routine, back to the gym on a regular basis and back writing again. Because, y’know, what’s the point of having a blog if you never use it?

 

 

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Can we stop lying, please?

Lately, I’ve been trying to eat better and exercise a bit more. Some days I’ve required more motivation than others and found myself on pages on Facebook that are meant to inspire you to be healthy and fit.

For the most part, they’ve been helpful. But a particular quote has been posted more than once and it’s starting to annoy me. All kinds of pictures with buff women and men or a photo of someone exercising have this message attached to it, apparently coined by Kate Moss:

Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels. 

Um, BS. And easy for you to say, Kate. Not all of us have the metabolism of a 16-year-old.

Anyway, while I can imagine the feeling of being skinny may be great for some people, there are at least six things I can think of off the top of my head that taste better than feeling skinny ever will:

– Home-made guacamole
Cupcake VIneyards’ Pinot Grigio
– Peanut buster parfait from Dairy Queen
– The first cup of coffee in the morning
– Cilantro on anything
– Chocolate – white, dark, milk, I don’t discriminate

Those are without even thinking. I haven’t even touched cantonese chow mien, spicy mango salad, mushroom omelettes or champagne. I’m sure you can come up with your own list.

So, let’s stop saying nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, ok? We all know it’s a load of crap.

60 days to a new body – or higher wine tolerance

Ever have one of those moments where you catch your reflection in a store window or mirror in a store and you do a double-take, but not  in a good way?
That was me on Thursday. I caught a glimpse of myself in a suit I used to love to wear that made me feel like I could take on the world. But instead of taking on the world, I felt like my ass was taking it over.
I know we are our own worst critics – I think my ass is the size of Texas most days, although my boyfriend insists it’s never exceeded a small town. (Thanks, love.)
Since I’ve moved out, I’ve slowly let go of my work out routine. I have more responsibility. I live further from the gym now. The summer came and it was too nice to spend time inside working out. I could make every excuse in the book but the reality is, I just didn’t make exercising a priority. Going out with friends, sleeping in, wine nights and House of Cards happened instead of boot camp, regular seawall runs and lunchtime salads.
So, after crying for 20 minutes in my car in The Bay parkade, I pulled myself together and did what any normal person would do when they need to change something: I consoled myself in wine, crummy food, and over-priced vodka all weekend. Hey, it was my birthday.
I made myself a promise that I’d start something, although I wasn’t sure what.

Now, don’t get me wrong – I’m not suggesting I need to lose 100 pounds or become some body building babe, I just want to feel and look healthy.
Gone are the days when I can run a 5K on a Wednesday and Thursday, still eat pop tarts for breakfast and manage to lose a few pounds for a Friday night party. Now, if I even so much as look at a slice of cheesecake, I feel my pants getting tight.
 So, when times get tough and age wreaks havoc on your metabolism, it’s time to find a workout that’s tougher. I’m calling on Shaun T and Insanity to kick my butt into shape. He did it once two years ago and I know he’ll do it again.
The program is 60 days and to say its crazy intense is as much of an understatement as Vancouver is kind of a nice place to live. It’s seriously hard. You sweat buckets. Your muscles ache day after day. 
But it’s worth it. 
Right now, my behind has more dimples than a golf ball and I couldn’t do more than four push ups if my life depended on it. No, really – I’m that weak. But everyone has to start somewhere.
My goal is in 60 days, my booty will rival a smooth bowling ball and I will lift my own body weight without moaning like an amateur female tennis player. Or, at the very least, I will just feel stronger.

I can see this going one of two ways: either I’ll become a workout demon and stick to the plan, or I’ll start to see results, let workouts slide and become more committed to drinking wine than doing squats.

I suppose either way I’ll have built up a tolerance – either for strength or wine. I’m inclined to argue they’re both equally important.