Valentine’s Day was the perfect excuse to celebrate love all weekend long.
The past year has taught me a lot about love.
Love is not about fear, ego, or judgment.
It’s the guy who travels across the world and shows up on your doorstep with the hope that things just might work out. It’s the friend who makes you feel like she’s the lucky one, even though she gave you her heart, home, and clothes off her back when you needed it. It’s friends who listen to your crazy rants and make you feel like you have an important place in the world. It’s family who takes you in without blinking.
Love is patient, kind and unconditional. It knows no distance. It is a reason to wake up in the morning, and the motivation to want to get up and do it all again a little better tomorrow.
Happy love day. I don’t believe in commercial holidays, but I’ll be damned if I don’t believe in love.
I was debating writing a post on kindness or protein cookies, so I decided to write a post on both.
While getting comfortable in being in limbo I’ve had to deal with some negative feelings: what am I doing with my life? Why haven’t I accomplished x, y and z yet? Am I a burden to those who are generous with me?
If you’re like me you love seeing what people eat.
In honour of that notion, I’m doing a What I Ate Wednesday post. I haven’t done anything like this since my Grub Street style weekly eats, so thought it might be fun.
I’m constantly tweaking my diet to see what works best for me. These days I like to eat several small meals throughout the day with a balance of macros to keep me humming.
My meal prep makes this a million times easier!
I have spent a lot of the past two years rebuilding.
I lost a lot of things during the divorce: my home, my job, my financial stability and my sense of self.
I spent a year travelling and working abroad before coming back to Vancouver, almost a year ago, where I’ve been slowly settling. Continue reading
“You don’t need to look like a Sports Illustrated Model to be sexy. Do you know what’s sexy? Jiggling.”
I nod my head at our teacher, a beautiful blonde with pin-up girl curves. She pulls off her top and stands there in a sports bra. She has a belly to jiggle, and yes, she looks amazing.
Moments later I’m doing body rolls and full on booty shaking. It’s harder than it looks, but man does it feel great. I find myself envying the women with more to jiggle. Why have I been working so hard to put on muscle? Jiggling is ridiculously sexy!
Sometimes I feel like there are two separate camps: the health camp and the fitness camp.
I’ve hung out in both. In the health camp, I made green juice every morning, jumped on my mini trampoline, ate mostly raw vegan, preached the virtues of spirulina and spent every paycheque at Whole Foods. In the fitness camp, I took fat burning supplements, avoided carbohydrates, ate meat on meat, watched my face flush after chugging down caffeinated workout drinks, and spent every paycheque at GNC.
Here’s the thing: I love both camps. Both have their strengths and weaknesses. Bro, do you even lift?
In my quest to find a happy balance, I like to visit each camp (and then drink gin and eat steak frites somewhere in between.)
Here’s a list of some of the top trends to keep and let go of from each camp.
Cheers to your health!