One Twenty Five

Aug 21

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Apparently lots of concentration was used to take this selfie this morning…
Well, despite waking up late, I still took the time to curl my hair, and wear my favourite casual-yet-nice outfit. (I’m also wearing my new VS bra n’ undies, which obviously made me also feel all va-va-voom)
I am a big believer that dressing better, and taking the time to do myself up, simply sets myself up for a better day. Look good, feel good, I say! :)
The scale also read 184 this morning. My lowest in about 5 weeks. Apparently there is quite the difference in thinking about losing weight, and then actually trying to lose weight. Who knew!? ;)

Apparently lots of concentration was used to take this selfie this morning…

Well, despite waking up late, I still took the time to curl my hair, and wear my favourite casual-yet-nice outfit. (I’m also wearing my new VS bra n’ undies, which obviously made me also feel all va-va-voom)

I am a big believer that dressing better, and taking the time to do myself up, simply sets myself up for a better day. Look good, feel good, I say! :)

The scale also read 184 this morning. My lowest in about 5 weeks. Apparently there is quite the difference in thinking about losing weight, and then actually trying to lose weight. Who knew!? ;)

Aug 20

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Aug 19

Today.  

Well, today was a good day. Nothing spectacular event wise, but I am happy with how it all went down. I weighed 188 this morning. Yup. I’ll just leave that nugget of information for you right there.

Getting dressed in the morning is quite the struggle lately, as I literally lay in bed pondering what item of clothing, which actually fits me, I haven’t worn in the past few days. Today’s lucky winner was this ensemble, complete with a bloody big smile. Cheeeeeeeeeeese!!

At work I avoided these CHOCOLATE CROISSANTS just hanging out in the kitchen. As I’ve noted before my office is a gold mine of sweet, sweet temptations, but today I fought the treats, and I won (woot!).

For lunch I ate my leftover dinner from last night (chicken, broccoli, cauliflower, topped with half a can of Campbell’s broccoli soup. It was “hmm hmm good.”), and an apple and a slice of cheese for my afternoon snack.

I worked until six (and let it be known, I LOVE the project I’m currently working on… so much so 5pm and weekends are inconveniences to the project. Yea… I know!!), but at 6pm I pulled myself away, and headed north to meet my friend for a walk (we walked for 1.5 hours!), and then ate dinner out at Jack Astor’s (a cliche, terrible-for-your-calorie-wise restaurant.)  I ordered the world’s most over priced mundane “California Chicken Salad” (it was $18!), but despite the insane cost (vs a $12 hamburger & fries), I was happy with my good decision to eat healthy.

And now I am home, and here I am. Telling my boyfriend my blog about my day about nothing. Oh, the exciting life I lead!! Ha! But really…. those skinny photos of mine I posted last night really motivated me.  I kept popping in and looking at them, and was honestly so shocked that was ME, and when I found myself in the kitchen getting water, yet secretly eying the cookies, I walked away thinking, “I did it once, I can do it again!”

(Also, thank you sooooo much for all the support from yesterday’s post. You guys are the best. Thank you. xo)

Aug 18

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My Farmers’ Market flowers made me all sorts of happy as I left my apartment this morning.   So did my clean apartment, and pre-made lunch. And the fact that I’ve got five working days before I have A WEEK OFF!!! Oh happy day!  I’m in a rather good mood right now, and completely killing time before an 11am meeting. So on that note, Happy Monday folks! I’m excited to make this week count (in fitness, food, and life). 

My Farmers’ Market flowers made me all sorts of happy as I left my apartment this morning.   So did my clean apartment, and pre-made lunch. And the fact that I’ve got five working days before I have A WEEK OFF!!! Oh happy day!  I’m in a rather good mood right now, and completely killing time before an 11am meeting. So on that note, Happy Monday folks! I’m excited to make this week count (in fitness, food, and life). 

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Aug 17

This weekend went by in the flash of an eye, and I have to admit, it wasn’t one of the best… 

I left work on Friday all lollipops n’ sunshine as it was finally the weekend, but then (oh-so-very-sadly) was hit with one of the worst migraines of my life just as I stepped inside my door. The migraine crippled all my plans for the next 24 hours, and I literally did not leave my apartment from about 6pm on Friday, until this morning (Sunday). 

When I wasn’t curled up in a ball in my bed, or throwing up (yup, my migraines are that bad), I ventured to my couch and completed one of the best marathons of my life; two words, y’all; Tim Riggins. Oh, Friday Night Lights… how I love you.

Netflix got all judgy on my ass, which I did not appreciate. At all.

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YES NETFLIX. I’M STILL WATCHING. YES, NETFLIX, I’M THIS LAZY.

I also, because whatever, we’re living in today’s world, & don’t lie, you do it too, I took a selfie of myself, because trust my hair to look awesome when I am feeling sick up in my ‘hood, and there is nobody there to see it. (#firstworldproblem right there)

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Black & white for your artistic viewing pleasure (or, because I was pretty much in the dark, and this photo is super grainy). 

So yup. My weekend was SO LAME and painful (ugh. migraines. UGH.), but then I woke up this morning feeling all new & refreshed (10 hours of sleep and A LOT of Advil will do that to you!) and ventured out to meet my sister for a little Farmers’ Market Action, which luckily turned this weekend frown, upside down…

Aug 14

My pony tail is on point today (if I do say so myself!)

My pony tail is on point today (if I do say so myself!)

Aug 12

So much pink and terrible in this photo, and here it all is:
Let’s start with the fact that it’s 1:30am and I just wasted time taking this selfie. Which I thought looked cute on the itsy bitsy teeny tiny camera, but then on my computer screen was all like gahhh. Anywho, that was a tangent, and I’m sorry I’m not sorry about my face in your face.
So I decided to paint my nails at 1:23am. I mean, who does that? Me. I do that. Always. Right before bed, and then brushing my teeth, removing the covers, and typing late night blog posts become incredibly hard.
I had today off (wahoo!). I drove three hours east from Toronto with my mom, met my brother, jumped in a kayak, forgot to reapply sunscreen, took 302 photos, returned said kayak, and then drove back. I’ve been putting significant effort into wearing sunscreen every, single, day, and not, getting, burnt, so I am all sad and annoyed at those pink cheeks of mine.
Also, my hair. Why, oh why, can’t it just dry straight? For those not keeping track on my hair woes, my is naturally THIS CURLY. Ewww. So when you see my hair all pretty n’ shiny (like in these pics) you better believe I wasted precious minutes of my life (about 35) with a flatiron in my right hand, and favourite TV show in front of me (note: Friday Night Lights = the goddam best. End note.).  So the terrible part of my hair? (as per the theme of this post, which I keep straying from) tonight I was too lazy and hot to dry and/pretty-fy my hair, which means it has literally spiraled into ringlets because of the humidity (no air con in my ‘hood). First world problem, I know, bro. But blah. Curly hair sucks.
I am totally breaking my no electronics in the bedroom rule right now. Oh! And I also epically failed on the stop-spending-money thing I’ve been trying to do. Bought myself an iPad tonight. I’m equally excited and annoyed for it to arrive.
I feel like I have a billion things to write about, but this is my first night in my apartment since Friday, and I am so tired, and can’t think straight. Why my first night since then? you ask? Oh you. No, No. I wish it was because of scandalous sexy-time times, but alas, my friends, it was not.  Speaking of sexy-times (or lack thereof) online dating is the WORST.  I ended it with the summer dude (for those reading between the lines) because I feel like at this old age of mine (29) I should be dating with a purpose, and that had no purpose. So yup. Back on online dating for me, and the men of Toronto? well they’re shallow %&#s.  Well, I suppose I should restate that previous sentence: reality sucks. Why? Because online dating and being chubs is succcckkkkks.  My old profile, with all my skinny(ish circa 145 pounds) photos got soooooooo much attention. And I got soooo many decent messages.  And now, this time around? With the exact same words, in the same places, but with updated chubby photos of yours truly NOTHING.  NOTHING Y’ALL NOTHING.  I updated the photos because I felt like a cliche online dating story: girl posts skinny photos, fat girl shows up. And then I lost my faith in men. Part of me wants to just post the skinny photos of myself, and trick the fuckers nice gentlemen into meeting me, because whoa… I’m finding it hard to even go on dates, let alone be awesome on dates. (Scene: Bey starts singing Single Ladies. Liz: throws hands up. Liz continues to keep her hands up until she is 83. And owns 9 cats. End scene.)
And… btw…. weight loss is a bitch. But that’s nothing new. I don’t really care about the whole guy aspect (yadda yadda yadda I know, guys don’t care, blah blah blah), but I do. I want to lose weight for a plethora of reasons (true, dating being one, I am just more comfortable showing up at 165lbs ish), but I mostly want to shed my lard because of my clothes. They’re just way too tight. I know, you’re right, I’ve mentioned this approximately 3.2 million times on this blog, and yes, here I am, writing it again. Again, I repeat, weight loss is a bitch.   Each day I swear to myself I will each healthy, and then I don’t, and then I wish I had, and then wash, rinse, repeat.  My weight gain is showing on my face. I sort of hate that.  I look in the mirror and officially now only see my double chin. Oh, look, it’s honest hour over here.  I have to admit, it feels nice to ramble again.  To you, or no one, or myself.
It sounds like the garbage men are outside my apartment right now. it’s 1:33am.  Gah. I have work tomorrow. And a presentation on Wednesday. And a Project Sunshine meeting tomorrow night.  And a movie premier (ohh, so fancy) on Thursday. And I know you don’t care, but I’m going to tell you anways, I’ve been seriously googling where to go hiking next. Norway looks pretty epic, just sayin’
And with that, sweet dreams, and cold pillows, with warm beds my friends.

So much pink and terrible in this photo, and here it all is:

Let’s start with the fact that it’s 1:30am and I just wasted time taking this selfie. Which I thought looked cute on the itsy bitsy teeny tiny camera, but then on my computer screen was all like gahhh. Anywho, that was a tangent, and I’m sorry I’m not sorry about my face in your face.

So I decided to paint my nails at 1:23am. I mean, who does that? Me. I do that. Always. Right before bed, and then brushing my teeth, removing the covers, and typing late night blog posts become incredibly hard.

I had today off (wahoo!). I drove three hours east from Toronto with my mom, met my brother, jumped in a kayak, forgot to reapply sunscreen, took 302 photos, returned said kayak, and then drove back. I’ve been putting significant effort into wearing sunscreen every, single, day, and not, getting, burnt, so I am all sad and annoyed at those pink cheeks of mine.

Also, my hair. Why, oh why, can’t it just dry straight? For those not keeping track on my hair woes, my is naturally THIS CURLY. Ewww. So when you see my hair all pretty n’ shiny (like in these pics) you better believe I wasted precious minutes of my life (about 35) with a flatiron in my right hand, and favourite TV show in front of me (note: Friday Night Lights = the goddam best. End note.).  So the terrible part of my hair? (as per the theme of this post, which I keep straying from) tonight I was too lazy and hot to dry and/pretty-fy my hair, which means it has literally spiraled into ringlets because of the humidity (no air con in my ‘hood). First world problem, I know, bro. But blah. Curly hair sucks.

I am totally breaking my no electronics in the bedroom rule right now. Oh! And I also epically failed on the stop-spending-money thing I’ve been trying to do. Bought myself an iPad tonight. I’m equally excited and annoyed for it to arrive.

I feel like I have a billion things to write about, but this is my first night in my apartment since Friday, and I am so tired, and can’t think straight. Why my first night since then? you ask? Oh you. No, No. I wish it was because of scandalous sexy-time times, but alas, my friends, it was not.  Speaking of sexy-times (or lack thereof) online dating is the WORST.  I ended it with the summer dude (for those reading between the lines) because I feel like at this old age of mine (29) I should be dating with a purpose, and that had no purpose. So yup. Back on online dating for me, and the men of Toronto? well they’re shallow %&#s.  Well, I suppose I should restate that previous sentence: reality sucks. Why? Because online dating and being chubs is succcckkkkks.  My old profile, with all my skinny(ish circa 145 pounds) photos got soooooooo much attention. And I got soooo many decent messages.  And now, this time around? With the exact same words, in the same places, but with updated chubby photos of yours truly NOTHING.  NOTHING Y’ALL NOTHING.  I updated the photos because I felt like a cliche online dating story: girl posts skinny photos, fat girl shows up. And then I lost my faith in men. Part of me wants to just post the skinny photos of myself, and trick the fuckers nice gentlemen into meeting me, because whoa… I’m finding it hard to even go on dates, let alone be awesome on dates. (Scene: Bey starts singing Single Ladies. Liz: throws hands up. Liz continues to keep her hands up until she is 83. And owns 9 cats. End scene.)

And… btw…. weight loss is a bitch. But that’s nothing new. I don’t really care about the whole guy aspect (yadda yadda yadda I know, guys don’t care, blah blah blah), but I do. I want to lose weight for a plethora of reasons (true, dating being one, I am just more comfortable showing up at 165lbs ish), but I mostly want to shed my lard because of my clothes. They’re just way too tight. I know, you’re right, I’ve mentioned this approximately 3.2 million times on this blog, and yes, here I am, writing it again. Again, I repeat, weight loss is a bitch.   Each day I swear to myself I will each healthy, and then I don’t, and then I wish I had, and then wash, rinse, repeat.  My weight gain is showing on my face. I sort of hate that.  I look in the mirror and officially now only see my double chin. Oh, look, it’s honest hour over here.  I have to admit, it feels nice to ramble again.  To you, or no one, or myself.

It sounds like the garbage men are outside my apartment right now. it’s 1:33am.  Gah. I have work tomorrow. And a presentation on Wednesday. And a Project Sunshine meeting tomorrow night.  And a movie premier (ohh, so fancy) on Thursday. And I know you don’t care, but I’m going to tell you anways, I’ve been seriously googling where to go hiking next. Norway looks pretty epic, just sayin’

And with that, sweet dreams, and cold pillows, with warm beds my friends.