May 4th, 2010
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~ These were the Beaches ~

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May 4th, 2010
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Before I jump into the scandals of my trip, I first wanted to tell you about the ocean, and sand, and sky, and trees, and all things that made my head forgot about my other world, the world that I’m currently typing this from. 

As one can assume, you can’t justify glimpses of paradise through words, hence I’ll just post photos, but know they don’t do it justice either.

~ These are the Palm Trees ~

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May 3rd, 2010
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Dominican Republic 2010 in Point Form 
My legs can burn.  I really thought they couldn’t
Sea snakes exist (OMIGOD)
I switched to being more self conscious of my thunder thighs than my big belly
Sea sand is the devil to newly painted nails
40+ degrees is too hot. Amazing, but too hot.
There is no such thing as too many photos (ps my camera broke, SO SAD)
I could easily live without the Internet
Don’t drink too much the night before your plane ride home. You’ll miss the bus and then delay a plane. People will not be happy with you. 
3am, make-outs in the sea, under the stars/moon are the best. 
The moon is too bright in Dominican to go skinny-dipping. 
Fat girl tan lines are ugly (my stomach is SO WHITE PEOPLE, SO WHITE)
Aloe-vera cream is a gift from God himself
My hair is even more curly than I thought. 
I still do up my bra backwards. 
Boys suck
Girls are hopeful and stupid
Sometimes I like to pretend I’m still 14 (see previous two points)
I can dance sober. If the situation is right. 
Sometimes I see someone (a boy) and then let my head run with thoughts… sometimes those thoughts come true. Ie I saw Resort Boy in Toronto waiting for the plane, and swooned at his devishly good looks, and then let the girl in me run wild with thoughts of hot makeouts and spooning.  They all came true. It was so effing odd. 
There are days when my life was shockingly awesome. And then shockingly bad. 
Being self conscious triumphs being burnt. Exhibit A: I stayed in the water for 2 extra hours because Resort Boy was sitting on the beach and I was too paranoid of him seeing my thunder thighs once I left the water. Bad Idea.  I got sooo burnt because of this. 
The Dominican sun can kick SPF 45’s ass, but not SPF 65. 
One should not put SPF 8 on their legs.  That night they’ll have to ask the bartender for a cup of ice, and then ice said burnt legs under the table.
I decided I really don’t like being called ‘cute,’  that’s fat-girl-hot lingo – I personally think. 
Horses are so skinny in Dominican it hurt my soul. Diddo to some of the people.

Dominican Republic 2010 in Point Form

  • My legs can burn.  I really thought they couldn’t
  • Sea snakes exist (OMIGOD)
  • I switched to being more self conscious of my thunder thighs than my big belly
  • Sea sand is the devil to newly painted nails
  • 40+ degrees is too hot. Amazing, but too hot.
  • There is no such thing as too many photos (ps my camera broke, SO SAD)
  • I could easily live without the Internet
  • Don’t drink too much the night before your plane ride home. You’ll miss the bus and then delay a plane. People will not be happy with you.
  • 3am, make-outs in the sea, under the stars/moon are the best.
  • The moon is too bright in Dominican to go skinny-dipping.
  • Fat girl tan lines are ugly (my stomach is SO WHITE PEOPLE, SO WHITE)
  • Aloe-vera cream is a gift from God himself
  • My hair is even more curly than I thought.
  • I still do up my bra backwards.
  • Boys suck
  • Girls are hopeful and stupid
  • Sometimes I like to pretend I’m still 14 (see previous two points)
  • I can dance sober. If the situation is right.
  • Sometimes I see someone (a boy) and then let my head run with thoughts… sometimes those thoughts come true. Ie I saw Resort Boy in Toronto waiting for the plane, and swooned at his devishly good looks, and then let the girl in me run wild with thoughts of hot makeouts and spooning.  They all came true. It was so effing odd.
  • There are days when my life was shockingly awesome. And then shockingly bad.
  • Being self conscious triumphs being burnt. Exhibit A: I stayed in the water for 2 extra hours because Resort Boy was sitting on the beach and I was too paranoid of him seeing my thunder thighs once I left the water. Bad Idea.  I got sooo burnt because of this.
  • The Dominican sun can kick SPF 45’s ass, but not SPF 65.
  • One should not put SPF 8 on their legs.  That night they’ll have to ask the bartender for a cup of ice, and then ice said burnt legs under the table.
  • I decided I really don’t like being called ‘cute,’  that’s fat-girl-hot lingo – I personally think.
  • Horses are so skinny in Dominican it hurt my soul. Diddo to some of the people.
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May 3rd, 2010
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PVDD

On my walk to work this morning I began to suffer from Post Vacation Depression Disorder (PVDD). This disorder is often referred to as “F*ck, I have to go to work” and affects a large majority of the North American workforce.

Symptoms include, but are not limited to:

* Heavy sighing
* Temptations to empty my savings account
* Feelings of worthlessness
* Yelling “Eff You Work”

If you begin to experience any of these symptoms towards the end of your vacation and/or on Sunday evenings please begin looking for a new job immediately. This will not cure PVDD but it will surpress your symptoms for approximately six months. Never underestimate the power of denial and never underestimate your weakness to use it. Once you find a new job, the symptoms will resurface with a vengeance whereby you start over. Wash, rinse, repeat. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to post my resume on monster.ca.

Not really, but nearly.

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May 2nd, 2010
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This won’t make sense to you as I haven’t explained anything to you, but I’m on the verge of tears right now.

Chances are the tears are highly correlated to my severe lack of sleep the past week, or the pain in my knee, but they’re there. Just waiting for one final thing to push me over the edge and let them fill my eyes. 

I bet I’d probably feel better if I did cry. I usually do.

The most wonderful quote in the world (which I often think about) says, if there’s one thing in life we know, it’s that life goes on.  I need life to fast forward, to go on, to move over this hurdle, so that that sick feeling leaves my stomach and my head clears. 

I’m so annoyed with the person I am right now, my actions and non-actions from Friday night, and, if I’m being honest, my inability to not drink too much the night before my plane ride home, thus resulting in missing my bus, and nearly missing the plane (thank God they delayed it for me).  I’m also sad I freaked out yet again when a boy liked me, and everything I’ve been working towards in the last year didn’t matter. 

I’m so bored with life. This routine.  With my constant struggles and always failing at them.  I’m sick of thinking about food/weight 24/7, this cannot be what life is about, nor can sitting in my corner cubicle at work, watching the stock market move.  I don’t care. I want out. 

There is something so appealing to me to just get up and leave.  Go somewhere where nobody knows my name and not tell anybody at home. Just disappear.  Be the person I want to be.  No expectations.  No responsibilities. 

My fingers shake when I think about what happened.  How I let myself down, my friends down.  I’m done with this chapter on my life, I need to move on, not always people-please, not always constantly be consumed in my weight and food, not always care what people think of me.  When will I get it? None of it matters.

I’m going to sleep now. To nurse my knee and my soul.

I’ve never, in my entire life been so disappointed in myself.

Life can’t move on fast enough.

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May 2nd, 2010
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Dominican Republic 2010

Where do I begin?  Where do I begin to describe one of the best weeks of my life, with the final 2 hours being the worst?

I thought about what I’d share with this blog on the plane on my way back and had made up my mind to lie, well, not exactly lie, but not exactly tell the truth either, but then as I sat down to write this post I realized I’ve never lied on one-twenty-five in a year and 3 months of blogging, so why start now?

So, a quick intro…

The trip was phenomenal, from the weather (it hit over 40 degrees!! (104F) and never rained), to the beach (gorgeous and blue and perfect), to the trips (horse riding, markets, and a jeep culture tour), to the boys, oh the boys. For lack of a better word I met my soul mate, Resort Boy, well… not quite soul mate, but pretty damn close.

6 feet. Blue eyes. Dark hair. Runs marathons. Plays chess. Loves dogs. Has a husky. Works for another Bank (trader). Lives in Toronto. 32. Hilarious and sarcastic. Loves to travel.

I was in heart, and here’s the kicker, he liked me, like really, really liked me. And then, (because I suck at life,) I went and fucked it all up, like really, really fucked it all up…

So,

Please bare with me as I update my tumblr over the next few days, as I like to have everything recorded, and fill you in on the soap opera, bliss and scandals that was my life April 24, 2010 to May 1, 2010.

Consider yourself warmed that lots of photos and posts will be bombarding your dashboards.

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May 1st, 2010
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Guess Who’s Back, Back Again, E’s Back, Tell A Friend.

Exhausted.
Tanned.
10k race @ 8am.
Sleep time for now. 

Love E

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April 23rd, 2010
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Did you really think my boobs would be the last thing I posted before I leave for my trip? Oh.. you did, eh? Awwwkward. Well, pa-lease I’m a classy lady… kinda.
Good bye dear friends, people I don’t know, blog crushes, and blogs-I-don’t-really-like-but-for-some-reason-I-always-check, goodbye all for 1 week.  If I’m being honest with myself I’m actually really going to miss you and your crazy antics.
It’s supposed to pour with rain, each and every, single day I’m there, so if I don’t come back golden n’ brown, I’ll no doubt be an expert at card games and the world’s greatest sudoku player, oh who I am I kidding? I already am…
Have a wonderful week. I’ll see you on the flip side.
Love E
Ps. If you recall the reason I started this blog last year was because I gained FIVE (yes, FIVE!) pounds in a week in Cuba thus pushing me towards 200 whopping pounds.  That can NOT happen again.  This trip’s goal? To simply break-even and still weigh 161.7 when I get home…

Did you really think my boobs would be the last thing I posted before I leave for my trip? Oh.. you did, eh? Awwwkward. Well, pa-lease I’m a classy lady… kinda.

Good bye dear friends, people I don’t know, blog crushes, and blogs-I-don’t-really-like-but-for-some-reason-I-always-check, goodbye all for 1 week.  If I’m being honest with myself I’m actually really going to miss you and your crazy antics.

It’s supposed to pour with rain, each and every, single day I’m there, so if I don’t come back golden n’ brown, I’ll no doubt be an expert at card games and the world’s greatest sudoku player, oh who I am I kidding? I already am…

Have a wonderful week. I’ll see you on the flip side.

Love E

Ps. If you recall the reason I started this blog last year was because I gained FIVE (yes, FIVE!) pounds in a week in Cuba thus pushing me towards 200 whopping pounds.  That can NOT happen again.  This trip’s goal? To simply break-even and still weigh 161.7 when I get home…

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April 23rd, 2010
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Those are my boobs. On my blog. On the Internet. In one of my new bathing suits. Whoa.
I shan’t lie, I’m terrified of being on a beach. In a bathing suit. In 24 hours. Why did I eat all that delicious food? What was the point?
Good old, skinny Kate Moss said, “'Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels," maybe that’s the problem… I’ve never felt what skinny feels like.  I can’t even imagine sitting on a beach and not covering up.. that just be… odd.
One thing I will say though is a year ago I went to Cuba, and 1 year ago none of my clothes fit.  I tried on every single thing I packed last night and was absolutely amazed at the difference a year had made.  Shorts zipped up. Skirts sat nicely on my bum.  Tank-tops’s seems didn’t pull. It was very, very awesome.  I highly recommend losing weight if you want to feel good about yourself.
Also, sorry about the pearls (came from work) and the bra strap (I was trying it on in the change room)

Those are my boobs. On my blog. On the Internet. In one of my new bathing suits. Whoa.

I shan’t lie, I’m terrified of being on a beach. In a bathing suit. In 24 hours. Why did I eat all that delicious food? What was the point?

Good old, skinny Kate Moss said, “'Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels," maybe that’s the problem… I’ve never felt what skinny feels like.  I can’t even imagine sitting on a beach and not covering up.. that just be… odd.

One thing I will say though is a year ago I went to Cuba, and 1 year ago none of my clothes fit.  I tried on every single thing I packed last night and was absolutely amazed at the difference a year had made.  Shorts zipped up. Skirts sat nicely on my bum.  Tank-tops’s seems didn’t pull. It was very, very awesome.  I highly recommend losing weight if you want to feel good about yourself.

Also, sorry about the pearls (came from work) and the bra strap (I was trying it on in the change room)

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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!