Ok so I’ve decided to get with the times and start a blog. Before you commit yourself to reading my blog everyday there is a warning: I do not necessarily have a dramatic life, it is not exciting or full of craziness. I simply want to chronicle my life after 25 and my daily struggles activities whether funny or serious or sad etc. So if that is boring to you, you can click exit right now!
Ok so now that I’ve given the warning I can get into my life. I live in a small northern town in Canada , have a very very good career, married to a wonderful man, originally from a lovely island in the Caribbean , extremely bad at committing to things…
So my morning was average, alarm goes off at 7am sleep goes off at 710 sleep, goes off at 720 sleep, as you can see I use the sleep button quite frequently! I eventually woke up at 730 and just laid in bed trying to convince myself that I want to go to work. “what do I have to look forward to?” “what are you talking about you have tons to do today! You have employees to manage you’ve got lots to do!” “Yea but I just don’t feel like it.” Oh by the way this is a conversation I’m having in my head to myself you’ll see these a lot too so like I said before if you don’t like it move on… So I eventually started to think about the presentation I so stupidly volunteered to do with another colleague next week and started to think about all the things I had to do for the day and BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My final warning alarm went off on my blackberry.
On goes the Canada AM as I can’t pin point when exactly but I became interested in news plus I like the plucky Seamus O’regan and that weather guy Jeff he’s so happy all the time.
Oh I forgot to mention I have the cutest dog on earth. When we got her the advertisement said she was a German Sheppard cross with huskey.. UHHHH yea the dog never got bigger than a corgie. She has the colouring of a Sheppard but the eyes and length of a dachshund (wiener dog). Her name is Mya and the night before we were talking about her mortality and that she’s already 5 and we only have about 10 more years with her and it made me very sad and caused me to have crazy dog nightmares and was really disturbing… ANYWAYYYYY… Mya was already outside of the room cause my hubby let her out and went on his way to work. He is a chef I’m extremely proud of him as he went out and got certified so he knows what he’s doing..
I tried to make sense of my clothes on the ground and on the bench and in the basket and hanging out of my drawers (did I mention I am horrible at committing to a task?). I absolutely suck at putting laundry away we basically live out of baskets!!
Found something and proceeded to shower. I won’t bore you with my step by step process but some of this stuff is important to know in order to get some of my rambling.
Since it only takes me like 10 minutes to shower do my hair and makeup I was downstairs with time to have breakfast! So I grabbed the cheerios and coffee (which makes me loopy) and went to check my Facebook. I’m so obsessed with FB that I have it on my blackberry my Ipod Touch and laptop: S. Updated my status to “sabotaging my Sabotage.” After having a lengthy 2 hour conversation with my sister on the phone (don’t want to see what that bill is). We discussed our parents, our work, our marriages and our eating habits. I won’t delve into my sisters part since it wouldn’t be fair to her but I have daily arguments in my head with myself over what I should and shouldn’t be eating or how much I should or shouldn’t be eating. My brain is constantly trying to sabotage my good eating habits and then I’m trying to sabotage that sabotage and so on and so on.. Like lots of people out there I have some issues with fooooood. If you don’t have issues with eating too much, eating the wrong things, not eating enough, or craving particular “bad for you” things then you have been abducted by aliens and there is a probe in your brain telling you that you are bloody perfect!
Seriously who in their right mind though it was ok to deep fry food? You can deep fry everything!!!!!!! And they make the little buggers for home version too! I have one! And the worse thing is, I ASKED FOR IT!
Do we know how much crap we put into our body on a daily basis? I’m not gonna get into a rant about healthy eating cause I don’t take my own advice but seriously McDicks (McDonalds) is so badddd for you. I’m so glad I live on the other side of town so I can’t frequent that place of badness (I can’t think of any fancy blogger words right now).
How many of you out there “stress eat”? I bet a lot cause guess what WE ARE ALL STRESSED! And professionals say “oh to cure that just minimize your stress.” Well you know what… screw all of you who say that crap cause stress ain’t goin away even if you’re a monk! Who in their right mind would become a monk? You can’t have sex you can’t indulge that alone would be stressful! No wonder they have no hair... Oh someone just told me that they shave their heads voluntarily…. Never mind then.
So standing in my kitchen I was still arguing with myself about weight loss. My constant battle is with my brain and eating and weight loss. I’m about 100lbs overweight but you wouldn’t be able to tell I’m not your average fat person my husband says I carry it well in curves and I should enjoy my looks but who are we kidding I am fat. I recently was told by my chiropractor to do something about my chest or I would be hunched over by the time I was 30 and that is not far away. Not to mention I can never find button up clothes that fit .. I don’t even think I own button up clothes: S I can literally carry things on my chest like a shelf. How many big boob’d women out there can relate??? Can you put your towel under your boobs and carry it around without it falling???? It may be funny but it is my daily nightmare! Not to mention the back issues and finding a bra is next to impossible!!!!
So today starts my 2lbs a week challenge... I’m going back to my Caribbean Island
Did the calculation in my head and I have 24 weeks until Carnival and if I loose 2lbs every week that means I will be half way to my goal 50lbs!!! And based on all of the magazines, tv shows, weight loss websites etc etc that I have read 2lbs a week is healthy and achievable!
But I don’t want this blog to be purely about weight loss cause there’s like 5 million women doing the same thing out there in blogger world and I don’t want to bore anyone with my eating habits or gym activities so I will leave most of that out.. Except the entertaining stuff cause if my stories make my mom and my sister laugh so hard they’re gasping for air I figure why not share it with the world?
So the gym… “Sigh” it really depends on what gym you go to. When I lived in another city there were tons of gyms ones with women only sections so you didn’t have to endure the grunting and dropping of heavy weights by over testosteroned men we’ll call them the “muscly bound men”. No one feels comfortable trying to weight train with some muscly bound man staring at you through the floor to ceiling mirrors. All I can think about is “am I doing this right? Are they laughing at me through their reps of lifting 400lb weights?” Iif I’m playing the right song that makes me feel confident I fool myself and pretend to think that they’re checking me out: S.
Which brings me to the other thing that makes me uncomfortable: “Gym buddies”. This can be defined as the beautiful young spunky girls in the bike shorts and tight tanks with MAKEUP ON
I’d say there is a percentage at my gym and it’s about 50% muscly bound men 45% gym buddies and then the rest 5% is the “ME’s”. The ones who are actually there to loose weight and get fit and place the weights on the ground gently without a sound so I don’t call attention to myself :S
My friend told me the most hilarious story once he was at this gym on the treadmill and a gym buddy walked in and was literally strutting in her bike shorts and her made up face and Ipod...whatever! She got on the treadmill next to him and wanted to look cool so she started to run full on right away way too fast something like a speed of 4.5 or something. She tripped and went flying off the treadmill. I am not kidding you this actually happened. So please for all those gym buddies out there, do all the Me’s a solid and get a home gym and do your strutting at the bar!
Too funny! Can't wait to read your next entries... Can't you just hear dad reading out this entry to mom like he does your fb statuses?! Hilarious!
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