I don't know about you, but this really doesn't seem like the most prudent name for an optical boutique. But who knows? How I got talked into these frames is still a blur.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
What Big Eyes You Have...
I don't know about you, but this really doesn't seem like the most prudent name for an optical boutique. But who knows? How I got talked into these frames is still a blur.
Neighbourhood Watch
Lovely day in the neighbourhood. I do really appreciate how neatly printed and visually appealing it is.
The next day the sign was gone - I'm pretty curious how this rumble will shake out.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
The Devil Is In The Details
It's not so much that I'm bothered by their clubhouse being located in my city, but it's the incorrect punctuation, or lack thereof, that really irks me.
I drove by last night and tried to take my own picture, but then saw all the video cameras perched on the roof and remembered the newspaper article I had read. I put the camera away.
I drove by last night and tried to take my own picture, but then saw all the video cameras perched on the roof and remembered the newspaper article I had read. I put the camera away.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Off With Their Heads!
Since you all surely use this blog as an arbiter of trends, I thought I'd fill you in on the latest in ridiculous ways to spend time, typically when you are tipsy or hopped up on cheese. Planking is so July. Horsemaning is where it's at. From the headless horseman of lore, this requires two people and if done correctly, it will look like Person 1 has had their head detached from their body:
If done on a Tuesday night while drinking wine on the porch with hilarious friends, it will look like this:
Yep, it needs some work.
If done on a Tuesday night while drinking wine on the porch with hilarious friends, it will look like this:
Yep, it needs some work.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Exercising Redux
Perhaps it's the looming decade and the big 3-0 around the corner, but I'm in a mood to make changes across the board. Whatever the reason, I found myself making an appointment with my friend Paul. He is a personal trainer and pretty much the most buff and fit person I know.
I've dabbled in working out before but it never really took. This time I was committed. Having a personal trainer and standing appointments really makes it easier for me. I hate breaking plans, so I'm determined to show up. Plus, we get to gossip about our weekends in between sets. We like to play the game of "Who Made The Worst Decision on Saturday Night?" It's often a tie.
So, I committed to working out with him 3 times a week. And it has been 6 weeks and I haven't missed an appointment. Who is this new Winnie Cooper?!? I still dislike it, but at least I'm there. We only do weight training, no cardio and at the end he "rewards" me with a protein shake that tastes like an orange creamsicle. It's insane how excited I've become for that shake. I'm like Pavlov's jacked dog.
A food reward used to be, well, every single meal, especially those with cheese. Now I'm getting excited for water and powder? We were discussing my diet recently and he couldn't believe what I eat and I came back with, "Of course I'm going to eat what I want. I (have had) a wicked metabolism and I'm an adult - isn't this the whole point of adulthood? I no longer have to eat food I don't want to and why would I choose to do so?" He is attempting to put a stop to this.
So, for the first 3 weeks I still ate whatever I wanted and worked out thrice weekly. For the fourth and fifth weeks I endeavoured to overhaul my diet and eat only what he told me. Mostly this was whole wheat pasta, tuna, oatmeal, Udo's oil, spinach, pita, salmon, chicken sandwich on ONE piece of flax bread and cottage cheese. Hardly any bread, no real cheese, NO sugar. It was awful. Well, that's not true, it was okay for the first few days and I lost some weight pretty quickly.
Then came the sixth day. Before, when I tried a 180 degree change the sixth day always proved the most difficult. This time the sixth day came on a rainy Saturday where I was working all weekend, exhausted and in a general funk. The thought of eating chicken (which is the most bland of meats) with 1/2 cup of whole wheat pasta made me want to cry. So, I broke down and ate what made me happy. Grilled cheese.
Food makes me happy. It just does. I get pleasure and enjoyment from food. Nothing in the diet made me happy. How can someone live like that? So, the one day slip stretched into a weekend and then a week and now I'm back to eating whatever. This is not good. We are in the process of coming up with a realistic compromise meal plan.
The thing about the working out is that I do get a small amount of satisfaction from it. For example there are these Romanian deadlifts that he's had me doing and the first time, I could barely lift the bar alone - 45 pounds. Now, I'm doing 115 pounds. And I really like that and feel accomplished.
So, I guess we'll see what kind of compromise we can make with regard to my meals, but I'm sticking with the workouts at least until Melebration and we'll see what's what.
But Tracy, I have just one thing to say to you: I'm coming for a rematch. And I'm bringing my guns.
I've dabbled in working out before but it never really took. This time I was committed. Having a personal trainer and standing appointments really makes it easier for me. I hate breaking plans, so I'm determined to show up. Plus, we get to gossip about our weekends in between sets. We like to play the game of "Who Made The Worst Decision on Saturday Night?" It's often a tie.
So, I committed to working out with him 3 times a week. And it has been 6 weeks and I haven't missed an appointment. Who is this new Winnie Cooper?!? I still dislike it, but at least I'm there. We only do weight training, no cardio and at the end he "rewards" me with a protein shake that tastes like an orange creamsicle. It's insane how excited I've become for that shake. I'm like Pavlov's jacked dog.
A food reward used to be, well, every single meal, especially those with cheese. Now I'm getting excited for water and powder? We were discussing my diet recently and he couldn't believe what I eat and I came back with, "Of course I'm going to eat what I want. I (have had) a wicked metabolism and I'm an adult - isn't this the whole point of adulthood? I no longer have to eat food I don't want to and why would I choose to do so?" He is attempting to put a stop to this.
So, for the first 3 weeks I still ate whatever I wanted and worked out thrice weekly. For the fourth and fifth weeks I endeavoured to overhaul my diet and eat only what he told me. Mostly this was whole wheat pasta, tuna, oatmeal, Udo's oil, spinach, pita, salmon, chicken sandwich on ONE piece of flax bread and cottage cheese. Hardly any bread, no real cheese, NO sugar. It was awful. Well, that's not true, it was okay for the first few days and I lost some weight pretty quickly.
Then came the sixth day. Before, when I tried a 180 degree change the sixth day always proved the most difficult. This time the sixth day came on a rainy Saturday where I was working all weekend, exhausted and in a general funk. The thought of eating chicken (which is the most bland of meats) with 1/2 cup of whole wheat pasta made me want to cry. So, I broke down and ate what made me happy. Grilled cheese.
Food makes me happy. It just does. I get pleasure and enjoyment from food. Nothing in the diet made me happy. How can someone live like that? So, the one day slip stretched into a weekend and then a week and now I'm back to eating whatever. This is not good. We are in the process of coming up with a realistic compromise meal plan.
The thing about the working out is that I do get a small amount of satisfaction from it. For example there are these Romanian deadlifts that he's had me doing and the first time, I could barely lift the bar alone - 45 pounds. Now, I'm doing 115 pounds. And I really like that and feel accomplished.
So, I guess we'll see what kind of compromise we can make with regard to my meals, but I'm sticking with the workouts at least until Melebration and we'll see what's what.
But Tracy, I have just one thing to say to you: I'm coming for a rematch. And I'm bringing my guns.
I'm Over It
Seeing this has the same effect as:
- finally killing that mosquito that's been buzzing around my ear - and by buzzing, I mean writing things like "Yo mama, hit me back if u wanna chat!"
- admitting that I don't actually like Thai food when "EVERYONE likes Thai food!"
- throwing out those favourite jeans that I used to love, but that now use sayings like "Love like you've never been hurt..."
Aaaah, relief.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Shark Week
I haven't been able to get this image out of my head all morning.
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A family were on holiday in Australia when the husband, wife and their 15 year old son decided to go scuba diving. The husband is in the navy and has had some scuba experience. His son wanted a picture of his mum and dad in all their gear so he got the underwater camera ready to go. When it came to taking the picture the dad realized that the son looked like he was panicking as he took it and gave the ‘OK’ hand sign to see if he was alright.
The son took the picture and swam to the surface and back to the boat as quick as he could so the mum and dad followed to see if he was OK. When they got back to him he was scrambling onto the boat and absolutely panicking. When the parents asked why, he said ‘There was a shark behind you!’ The dad thought he was joking but the skipper of the boat said it was true, but they wouldn’t believe him.
As soon as they got back to the hotel they loaded the picture onto their laptop and this was what they saw.
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A family were on holiday in Australia when the husband, wife and their 15 year old son decided to go scuba diving. The husband is in the navy and has had some scuba experience. His son wanted a picture of his mum and dad in all their gear so he got the underwater camera ready to go. When it came to taking the picture the dad realized that the son looked like he was panicking as he took it and gave the ‘OK’ hand sign to see if he was alright.
The son took the picture and swam to the surface and back to the boat as quick as he could so the mum and dad followed to see if he was OK. When they got back to him he was scrambling onto the boat and absolutely panicking. When the parents asked why, he said ‘There was a shark behind you!’ The dad thought he was joking but the skipper of the boat said it was true, but they wouldn’t believe him.
As soon as they got back to the hotel they loaded the picture onto their laptop and this was what they saw.
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