December 11th, 2009
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Christmas is all around me…

Question: Christmas is a time to eat, drink and be merry, right? Right. So why then have I been eating and drinking (like crazy I might add), but have severely been lacking the Christmas Cheer?

Answer: Because this week I’ve been on an eating binge, BINGE PEOPLE, BINGE!  I can’t help it, well… I can, but I just didn’t care this week. I guzzled chocolates, and cookies, and lattes and bagels and carb-enriched, fat-roll-enhancing Christmas delights.

My belly is protruding over my pants right now as I finish the last part of my Starbuck’s, grande, vanilla latte and I still want more food. God Damn, how when I want nothing more in the world than to be a skinny-minnie do I choose to devour food like it’s going out of style? Maybe Oprah was right, maybe there’s something more to being over weight than just thinking food is tasty. Huh. Must. Figure. It. Out.

Last night was my office’s Christmas party.  15 bottles of wine and $2,871.02 later, 14 people were wined and dined, including myself. I got home at 2am, was up at 7am and am now dreaming of 5pm.

I had high hopes for this weekend (dinner with friends tonight, Christmas tree decorating and gingerbread baking with my mom tomorrow, and then I was going to host a poker party Saturday evening) however I’ve cancelled it all to spend time in my bed, with my book, at the gym and making love to my TiVo.

The last 2 weeks have been so crazy I just need to have nothing to do, so if my heart desires I can go shoe shopping (because woot woot! Got my Christmas bonus this morning), to the gym, sit by the fire (negative, I don’t have a fire), go ice-skating… or wherever my heart desires…. Which will probably be my bed.  

6 hours and counting until 5pm.

Dear Time, Please speed up, Love E.

December 11th, 2009
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Thank God It’s Friday. Things to do this weekend:

  • Sleep
  • Lose Weight
December 10th, 2009
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I have such a strong desire to be skinny, and fabulous, and beautiful and awesome.  Why? Well, I won’t beat around the bush… it’s for a boy.  I want to be that funny, cool, super sexy girl, simply to make him like me, and then turn him down.

If this makes me a bad person, so be it.

December 9th, 2009
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Alcohol, Calories, and Weight OH MY!

I received a comment on my previous post (from Girltriing) about losing weight while still drinking wine, vodka, rum, JD, pints aka all things alcoholic.

I really liked her line, “I’m convinced there is a happy medium somewhere” because yes. Yes, I too am convinced there is a happy medium and it is possible to love life, keep a social life and still lose weight…

HOWEVER what if there isn’t?!?! What if I’m wrong? What if it’s actually impossible to lose weight while still drinking (assuming one doesn’t starve themselves)? Am I asking too much? 

And if I’m wrong, if there isn’t a happy medium, does it mean that I’ve been striving towards something unattainable the last year? because umm ya.. that would be pretty shitty, and a waste of my time.

If you go back in my archives to where I was losing about 2 pounds a week (back in the good old days when I lived at home) I was NOT drinking (often).  Once I moved downtown and started hitting the bottle, I hit a plateau, even though my eating STAYED THE SAME.

Gah, has anyone out there ever lost weight while still drinking? Am I aiming for something completely impossible?

December 9th, 2009
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I am a waste of human life today.

No, really I am.

I’ve already gone over my calorie allowance (cough chocolate milk, cough bagel and cream cheese cough), I’ve already made a bad life decision (texting a boy, uggh), I’ve already realized the minimum number of hours until I can be horizontal in my bed is 12 (gym 7 – 8pm), I just realized tomorrow night is the office Christmas party and I haven’t got my secret santa a gift yet (he’s a 40 year old dad.. umm huh)

I’ve also eaten/drunk so poorly in the last week I’m embarrassed to even type it out, and to top this all off? I’m hating on my personal trainer for trying to get me to 100% cut alcohol (my lover) and carbs (my mistress) out my diet.  Why am I ‘hating’ you ask? because I know he’s right – if I want to reach 125 and run a marathon I better make some life changes asap, which I’m not sure I’m capable of doing…

I saw a quote the other day that read, “if you’re defending your habits, you’re not ready to change them,” god damn, shit, balls, it’s so true.

I better get my act together.  Things to motivate me to back away from the carbs:

  • Dresses
  • High heels
  • Boys
  • Saying I ran a motherfucking marathon
  • All my friends would go to Chicago with me
  • Buying small pants sizes (none of this double digit stuff)
  • Healthy insides
  • Having no excuse to fall back on
  • To know that at the end of each day I took the best care of the absolute only thing I 100% own in this world, my bod-ay
  • To prove to asshole guys I was worth it (shut. Up. you. this is so a valid reason)
  • To shares clothes with my sister
  • To make my mom happy
  • To believe I look good.
  • Work outfits.
  • Not shattering into millions of pieces when I see somebody ‘elevator eyes’ me
  • To be a success story
  • For me!
December 9th, 2009
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It’s 8:03am and I may or may not be exhausted, and it may or may not be from the above. I got less than 5 hours of sleep and now want a McDonald’s hashbrown and breakfast right now.  I don’t even like McDonalds breakfast.

God damn. My friends need to stop having such awesome birthdays.

December 8th, 2009
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The cards…

ya… i know, right?! Amazing.

December 8th, 2009
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I don’t know how to write this post.  I don’t know because the words, and thoughts and sincere thanks I need to get across in this post is near impossible to convey in written words, but I’ll do my best.

Ashley, when I’m an old (skinny) lady, with lots of cats grandchildren I’ll tell them our story.  They story about how on my 25th birthday I received an unexpected package from a person I didn’t know.  I’ll tell them about how the package was pink and from the United States, and how that perplexed my young brain, as I couldn’t think of anyone who would have sent me anything from Kentucky.

I’ll tell them how I carried the package to my bedroom and on my 25th birthday at 6pm, all alone on my bed opened it.  I’ll tell them about the kind words in your card, about the 2010 calendar you sent me to help me stay on track and the hand carved, wooden dream stick to help me sleep better.  I’ll make note of the effort, and time you put into my gift, and how I blushed at the the mere thought someone had not only thought of me, but spent time and money on me.

I’ll tell them about the 16 gorgeous, little square envelopes, each uniquely decorated I found in a bow, and how I laid them out on my bed and then opened a single one, only to discover words of wisdom, hand written to help, encourage and nudge me in the direction of being the best person I can be.

Ashley, thank you.  From the most sincere and humble place in my heart, thank you.  Your gift was simply amazing to receive.  I’ve only opened one little card, which read, “Slow down and appreciate the journey you are on, the journey is just as important as the destination,” and that Miss. Ashley is exactly what I’ve been doing.

As my journey unfolds and time passes I’ll open your little cards one by one (and with no doubt post about it) and think of you, and how the random act of a kindness, from a complete stranger (but totally now friend) has truly echoed endlessly through my heart and no doubt the rest of my life. 

You’re amazing. Thank you.

Love E

December 8th, 2009
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This year for my birthday I received the most fabulous gifts from the most fabulous people.  I always try and put a lot of thought into gifts for people, trying to capture who they are in a present, that not only reflects who they are, but also how much they mean to me.  I was truly humbled by my friend’s, family’s and complete stranger’s kind words and gifts this year…

The first gift I received was a beautiful pair of grey UGGs from my mom. Ya… I too was once on the F-UGGLY train with UGGS, I mean come on, oh-how-very-cliché they are, but until you’ve wiggled your toes in pure warmth when you’re surrendered by minus 30 degree winds, snow, ice and rain, you simply can’t judge.  They are so warm, and comfortable and I heart them a lot, especially as grey goes with my black jacket (unlike my current brown UGGs, I know; I’m such a girl).

The second wonderful gift I received came from my lovely older sister, who went out on a whim and got me a pair of leather gloves.  It was a whim because a) I’m really not a huge fan of leather and b) apparently my fingers were blessed in the blood circulation department as my hands rarely get very cold, but I LOVE the gloves.  My hands have been so toasty and snug since Dec 3rd, I had no idea what I was missing out on (thanks Cat!)

Two of my favourites (BFF and Cozy) went in on a gift together for me, and to put it lightly? I pretty much now owe them my first born child.  I received the most beautiful, omigod-are-you-effing-serious? 100% cashmere, Burberry, long pink scarf.  Ya… I know. I was left speechless and truly thankful.  The scarf also came with a book about publishing, which simply proves just how amazing they are and how well they know me. 

I also received a sexy pair of expensive underwear (currently gracing my gluteus maximus), beautiful flowers from a fabulous friend in a far off land, an ice-cream cake, a manicure and lots of cards and emails with words that made my heart smile.

I also wanted to send a huge thank you to everyone who commented, reblogged and liked my birthday post, you’re all da bomb. No really,  you are.  I tried to comment on people’s blogs (but most of you don’t have comments), but THANK YOU!! Thank you so much for the love, support, emails, comments and likes.  Tumblr really helped make my day AH-mazing (OHEMGEE Guys.. I am so a blogger now) and I truly appreciated it.

I received one more gift on my birthday, but this gift was so touching and heart lifting (as holy shit, people like this actually, like omigod actually exist?! Yes. Yes they do) that it deserves it’s own post…

December 7th, 2009
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And then there was the party… which was sloppy, and classy (<— that’s a lie), and so much fun.

There were balloons, and twilight cups and posters, there were glow sticks and fake glasses with big noses, there were heels and dresses, and tiaras and crowns, suspenders and badges, cupcakes and ice-cream, boys and girls, beer pong and tequilla shots… to name the things I actually remember…  

I flirted and mingled and loved life that night.  Yes, I stayed at The Ex-Crush’s place (God Damn what is wrong with me?!) and then proceeded to stay at his place until 7pm the next day (God Damn what is wrong with me?) Ugggh I’m not even going to touch that topic because simply put? I’m *that* stupid girl whose setting herself up to get hurt.

Anywho yes… awesome it was awesome.

Welcome! I'm Liz, the girl relieved the Internet has 0 calories. South African by birth; Canadian on paper. A marathoner. CrossFitter. Paleo (somewhat) eater. Traveler. Cheese lover. And I think you're great!

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