October 14th, 2009
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We stayed in Chelsea right near the cutest little french cafe, which meant that each morning a coffee, a croissant and a red beret were a must.
I can feel the croissant on my ass right now.

We stayed in Chelsea right near the cutest little french cafe, which meant that each morning a coffee, a croissant and a red beret were a must.

I can feel the croissant on my ass right now.

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October 14th, 2009
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As I said this morning, NYC? Amazing (I’d say ‘phenomenal,’ but I’ve been told I say that word too much)

As I’ve done the sight seeing thing numerous times before I pretty much just visited friends, did copious amount of walking around, and I gave my credit card quite the work out.

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October 14th, 2009
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It was SO HARD to pack. Like, seriously, SO HARD.  My bag weiged 35 pounds on the way there, and 42 pounds on the way back.

That’s 7 pounds of beautiful items added.

Note: There was a HUGE correlation between the loss of money in my wallet and the pounds gained in my suitcase.  I may or may not have had a little chat with my VISA man in Bloomingdales.

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October 14th, 2009
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After… 1 cupcake (I know right?! Only 1!), several martinis, a bottle of champage, lots of perogies, a chess match, a burberry jacket (size 6!!!), elie tahari boots (to die for), lots of flower headbands, a pink kate spade bracelet (which I’m so in heart with), a 15k run, several delicious dinners, catching up with friends, being kissed (on the cheek) by a Wall Street banker (swoon, so my type) and a life re-evaluation, I am back in Toronto and only 0.8 pounds heavier, which, pshh please, we’re going to assume is maintenance. Obvy.
The trip was amazing and I fell more in love with the city than before. LOTS of photos to come. You’ve been warned.

After… 1 cupcake (I know right?! Only 1!), several martinis, a bottle of champage, lots of perogies, a chess match, a burberry jacket (size 6!!!), elie tahari boots (to die for), lots of flower headbands, a pink kate spade bracelet (which I’m so in heart with), a 15k run, several delicious dinners, catching up with friends, being kissed (on the cheek) by a Wall Street banker (swoon, so my type) and a life re-evaluation, I am back in Toronto and only 0.8 pounds heavier, which, pshh please, we’re going to assume is maintenance. Obvy.

The trip was amazing and I fell more in love with the city than before. LOTS of photos to come. You’ve been warned.

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October 9th, 2009
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Have a Wonderful Thanksgiving Holiday Canada!!

And see you soon NYC; Sunday, October 11th, 6 - 8pm-ish, Ginger Man, you know you wanna :)

I’m out

Love E

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October 8th, 2009
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Hmm, Am I Really Going to do This? Apparently.

Sunday

October 11th

6 - 8pm-ish

Ginger Man, NYC!!

Thanks for all the location suggestions! I went with this one simply because it was the closest one to my hotel, yup… I’m honestly just that lazy.  And if you’re *that* lazy too, we already have something in common, so I think you should come.

Just call out ‘E’ and I’ll come a-running. Or… I’ll be that girl drinking alone in the corner. Any and All are welcome, obvy.  I’ll also be wearing my black flower headband.

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October 8th, 2009
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NEW to the YORK to the CITY

Yay! It’s Thursday, which means I’m one day closer to no work, fall in NYC, shopping, sleeping and consuming alcohol and cupcakes in ridiculous quantities.

My goal in NY? simply to maintain my bulge. No gain, No loss. No loss because umm yea…  Hello cupcakes and delicious food at all hours? Yes and Please!

I was thinking of doing one of those things where I tell anyone and everyone (except for that creepy old man reading this right now) that I’ll be at this bar, at that time, and anyone and everyone can meet me if they please. I’m pretty cool, I swear! (scount’s honour)

I was thinking of a place like McFadden’s Ginger man (but maybe more central) - yes. Yes, sometimes I like to pretend I’m a character on HIMYM.  I was also thinking of making the time on Sunday… around 3ish, 4ish.

Perhaps I’ll end up drinking alone. And in the corner. Perhaps even tweeting about my lonely feelings, but I figure why the hell not? I’ve had many-a-failures in my life and I’m still alive n’ kicking, who knows perhaps I’ll even get to meet some new faces and some exceptional new people.

I know what you’re thinking, and yes you’re right. This was a BOLD post to make.

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October 2nd, 2009
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I don’t often mention my friends on this blog, but yesterday I stumbled across their secret facebook thread about my half marathon and felt a strong desire to share with my blog a few things.

  • My friends are my world
  • They’re all ridiculously, ridiculously good looking individuals
  • They’ve supported my recent life choices and for that I sincerely thank them
  • They never judge me for my dumb blonde comments such as thinking the flashing light on the back of cabs was incase someone was locked in the boot. Apparently it’s incase someone sticks a gun to the driver’s head… who knew?
  • I snort laugh when I’m with them. Yes, they’re that funny.
  • They’re lazy. Like me
  • I am 110% myself with them.
  • I can talk about everything and anything with them.
  • They want what’s best for me. Sincerely too. None of that ‘frienemies’ crap going on.

They don’t read this blog, but I feel the need to thank each of them for simply being who they are and being there every step of the way with me; on the way up (hmm ice-cream, wings, cookies, cakes, candy, McD’s breakfasts, street meat,) and on the way down (hmmm subway, 1 point fudgesicles, running)

Here’s the message my friend Adrian sent out.  As you can see.. he’s pretty effing awesome.

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dear you guys,

as you may or may not know, our foreign friend E has been training to run a half-marathon on sunday, september 27th. consequently, i think it would be a nice surprise if the people she cares about most (aka. us) were waiting for her at the finish line with “uge” signs that express our support and love for her hard work. for reasons beyond my control, the race starts at the ungodly hour of 7:30am and the participants have a time limit of 3 hours and 40 minutes to finish. i don’t know how fast E runs, but i think (to be safe) we should meet up at around 8:30am so we can get coffee and find a strategic place by the finish line (nathan phillips sqaure). i know this is crazy early (especially for a sunday), but i think E deserves it and i think we deserve the chance to embarrass E with signs like “E IS MY AMERICAN IDOL” or “I CHOO-CHOO-CHOOSE E”. i guess signs aren’t mandatory, but maria and i will have them, so you might as well fit in. ok, so to summarize:

WHAT? surprise party (of sorts).
WHERE? city hall, nathan phillips square.
WHEN? sunday, september 27th at 8:30am.
WHY? shut the fuck up and just do it!

yours truly,

adrian.

ps - i cannot emphasize enough that this is going to be a surprise! if you ruin it and tell her, i will tear off your arm and break your kneecaps with it — or something less violent, but just as hurtful.

pps - other sign ideas include:

-E IS LIKE A JONAS BROTHER TO ME
-WHATCHU TALKIN’ ‘BOUT, E?!
-LIKE A GOOD NEIGHBOUR, E IS THERE
-E SUCKS AT SCRABBLE
-THE ROAD IS LONG, BUT E IS LONGER (encouraging AND suggestive)

you get the idea.

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Some of those signs I’m not sure y’all would get, but you get the picture; literally. See? Awesome. Also the “uge” reference is because apparently with my accent when I say ‘huge’ it sounds like ‘uge.’ If this post had a title, it’d be ‘Fuck Yeah! Friends’

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June 18th, 2009
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This is the problem. I think I look O.K, not good, not great, but O.K. That’s why my motivation? not too stellar these days.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m still considered overweight, hell… I still am overweight, and I still really, really, omigod REALLY want to be a normal size.  Hush up people who will say, “that is a normal size,” because…
165 + female +  5’4” + 24 = overweight, no ifs, buts or ands about it.
It’s quite the dilemna I’m in, and so for the first time ever, I’ll put this to you dear blog, What motivates you to stay on a diet/exercise? I’ve lost a few pounds and feel stuck where I’m at…what are some things I can do to get going again? I’m still trying to eat healthier and exercise when I have time but I feel like it’s not good enough. Also, I feel discouraged when I eat something unhealthy and just think why does it matter…I’m never gonna lose enough weight. Sigh… ?

This is the problem.

I think I look O.K, not good, not great, but O.K. That’s why my motivation? not too stellar these days.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m still considered overweight, hell… I still am overweight, and I still really, really, omigod REALLY want to be a normal size.  Hush up people who will say, “that is a normal size,” because…

165 + female +  5’4” + 24 = overweight, no ifs, buts or ands about it.

It’s quite the dilemna I’m in, and so for the first time ever, I’ll put this to you dear blog, What motivates you to stay on a diet/exercise? I’ve lost a few pounds and feel stuck where I’m at…what are some things I can do to get going again? I’m still trying to eat healthier and exercise when I have time but I feel like it’s not good enough. Also, I feel discouraged when I eat something unhealthy and just think why does it matter…I’m never gonna lose enough weight. Sigh… ?

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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!