The End

Well, after a lot of thinking I’ve decided to do the inevitable, I’m no longer going to be blogging. *GASP* I know, shocking, eh?

I haven’t blogged in a long time, and because life has taken over so much of my time, I don’t see myself blogging again like I used to.

It’s made me very sad, and I put this off for some time because I just wasn’t ready to let go of writing. However, to be honest, my blogs have become a diary of my life. I have been in my current relationship for almost 2 years now and I have nothing left to share. I’ve reached the end of my advice.

There are tons of things I am learning in this relationship, but because it’s current, I don’t feel comfortable writing about the ups and downs of it all. 

I won’t shut down the blog, because it seems people still read (thank you!!). And I still read my fav blogs that I grew to love through writing this one. But this will be the last post.

So thank you to all you loyal readers. And thank you for all the support throughout this blog!

XOXOX

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I miss this

I really do! I’ve barely had time to breathe though.

I’ve been so busy getting my personal trainers certificate, I’ve started teaching bootcamp and I’ve been spending every free moment at the gym.

I think about blogging, but then I can’t think about anything to say and I get frustrated and put it aside.

Part of the problem is there is nothing new in the relationship to talk about. We are both so busy we rarely spend a whole lot of time together. And when weekends approach we try not to make any plans so we can spend it together, but that never happens.

We hit a bit of a rough patch but we are working through it. I think it had to do with the fact that we haven’t had much time together, and I wouldn’t count the hour before bed, frantically running around the house getting ourselves organised for the next day, as “quality time”. It’s been tough. But we’ve been more open about our feelings and increased our communication so we don’t end up resenting each other because of it all.

It also doesn’t help that we are both conflicted with our careers. I’m so confused, and worried that I’ve chosen a path I’m not happy with. I don’t feel satisfied with my choice and I’m scared I’m getting too old to start something new. That and I would looooove to start my own business but financially it may not be possible. All this scares me. The boyfriend just isn’t happy and needs to figure out a solution to his discontent. He travels so far for work and it takes up so much of his “free” time, I would be frustrate too!! But he just doesn’t know what to do. We are both in a little bit of a funk.

And I miss reading all my favourite blogs as well 😦

Ohh to have time…

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Regrets

We all have them. We have some that we would do anything to go back and change, and some that we kind of regret, but know that if we could go back and change it, we wouldn’t. Why? Well because some of those regrets led to some of the most amazing things in our lives.

Like, I sort of regret going to the University I went to. But image if I didn’t go there? How completely different my life would have turned out. I wouldn’t have met the people I did, I probably wouldn’t have gotten the jobs I did, or met my boyfriend.

I have smaller regrets, like spending money on something I probably shouldn’t have. And these are the types of things that, if never happened, my life would probably still be pretty much the same.

Last night, after watching an episode of Being Erica, which, thanks to Netflix, has become my new fav show and is all about going back and fixing her regrets, the boyfriend and I talked about some of the regrets we have.

Ok, it was more like he talked about the regrets he had and I just got silly. I find it really hard to talk about really serious stuff, so when he asked me what my regrets were, my response was “eating that bowl of ice cream tonight after dinner”… I know…

But it had me thinking about all my regrets. One in particular is I wish I had spent more time with my grandmother. She had a sudden death, and every moment I could have spent with her vanished. She was always there when we were growing up. She lived with us for a period of time. And then we grew up and we didn’t need a babysitter anymore, so we rarely saw our grandmother. I regret it terribly. I miss her everyday and I always think “if only I stopped being so selfish and spent a little more time with her”.

And this brought me to regret the little time I spend with my family. We don’t see each other enough. Part of the problem is I live on the other side of the city (which I do not regret, but it sucks that we all live in different areas of the city).

The one thing I regret most is how I’ve let what other people think dictate the way I’ve made decisions, acted, and just overall become the person I am today. I’m constantly worried about what other people think. And this has been my biggest regret.

But these regrets are in the past, and since we can’t change the past, it’s the future we will have to work towards changing. So I’ve decided that I am going to work on what I regret with my past to ensure that they don’t affect my future.

Regret #1: Don’t let what other people thing dictate who I am.

Let’s see how well I can do with that. Tonight will be my first test since tonight is the first time I’m teaching a bootcamp class. And if I can just let myself go and not worry about feeling embarrassed, then I know I’m heading in the right direction.

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30k in the books

I can recount how I felt at every single kilometer during the run. Every kilometer marker had a little saying on it, and they were perfect for that moment. It was those little things that kept me going. It was the cheering from the crowd that kept my legs moving during those last two kilometers.

I ran my first 30K run yesterday, and even though I injured my foot 5 weeks ago and haven’t trained for the last 4 weeks, I was able to finish it.

When I crossed that finish line, I cried. I cried because I finished, I cried because I finished it in under my original goal time, and I cried because I was exhausted.

I started the race with the boyfriend, his sister and his father. We all made it to about the 5K mark together, but then the boyfriend took off (which was surprising because he had sprained his ankle only two weeks ago and it was still swollen, but he was determined to cross this run off his bucket list). I stayed with his sister and father until I felt like it was wearing on me having to constantly look for them in the large group of people who we were stuck running with. So I kept to myself and just focused on finishing.

It wasn’t until I hit the 10K mark (where the first timer was shown) that I realized how well I was actually doing. I hit the 10K mark at 53 min. The shortest I’ve ever run a 10K before was 65 min. So I was doing pretty good. However, it was around this time that I had to change my running style because I was beginning to feel the formation of blisters at the bottom of my feet.

Around the 13K mark I thought I would take the next 7K fairly easy because I knew what was coming for me, hills, and lots of them. The last 10K were reported to be extremely hilly. But then all I could think about was the boyfriend saying “if you want to make up time, you should make it up between the 10K mark and the 20K mark”, why? Because that was the flattest part of the run. So around the 15K mark, I started to pick up my pace. I was also half way completed which was extremely motivational.

Our first big hill came about the 18-19K mark. I wasn’t sure how well I was doing on my time, and I continued to keep my eyes open for the boyfriend. I wasn’t sure how long he would make it given his ankle, but I was happy for him since I hadn’t seen him at all!

I hit the 20K mark at 1 hr and 51 min. I was so happy! At this point I thought even if I have to walk the rest of the way, since I haven’t even ran in over two weeks, I would be happy with running 20K in well under 2hrs. But of course I kept going, I was going to give it my all, no matter what!

There were spectators along the entire route. There was always people cheering you on, which really helped push me along. Especially the last 10K. The hills never stopped. We would get a nice downhill to recover, just to go up another massive hill.

Then I hit the 26K mark. I was running downhill, giving my legs a well deserved break when I saw it, the biggest hill I have ever attempted to run. It kept going, and it was steep! I was about a quarter of the way up when I felt a pulling sensation in my left calf. But I fought through it, until my legs decided that was the end. They began to protest. I had cramps in both calves. I tried to push through this, but my legs were led. So I walked up the hill. The cramping began to subside about three quarters of the way up, I thought I would try to run again. One step and my legs protested. So I walked the rest of the way up.

I felt defeated. I felt like after all this, with only 3.5K left, I was going to have to walk the rest of the way. I would jog a little, but my legs wouldn’t let me go. People I passed long ago were all passing me. I thought that the boyfriend, his sister and his dad had to be done by now.

Then I remembered, no matter what time I finish the entire run, the fact that I completed it is good enough for me. I just ran 26K without stopping, how could I be upset about that? And it was then that I got my second (or maybe my third, or fourth) wind. I was able to run, slowly, but I was running.

I could see the finish, but I hadn’t passed the 29K mark yet, so I knew I had a little over a kilometer. The path took us back into the city streets, where people were lined, cheering. Some were early finishers. Everyone was so supportive, letting you know you didn’t have too much longer to go, that we were almost there. I almost gave up a couple of times, my legs felt like they were going to collapse. But I kept going. I passed the 29K mark and I thought that if I stopped now, that would be so stupid. I would be so mad at myself with under a kilometer to go.

The path took us around a short corner, and that’s where I saw it, the end. Something came over me and I started to sprint. I passed well over 20 people. I couldn’t get to the end fast enough. I could see the clock, and I wasn’t sure if I was delusional because of exhaustion, but the clock said 2 hours and 56 min. (which I actually meant approx. 2 hours and 52 min for me because I didn’t cross the starting line for a couple of minutes after the timer started since there were so many people who had to cross at the beginning).

Relief came over me. My legs felt like jello, I was shaking, I couldn’t think straight, and all I wanted was water. I started to cry. I may have been the only one crying, but I didn’t care. I went into the runners area where they were handing out snacks and drinks and I looked everywhere for the boyfriend. I wanted to run (walk fast) up to him, hug him and tell him how proud I was of him and then I wanted to cry. But I couldn’t find him anywhere. All I could think about at this moment was “I would have waited for him if I came in before him”. So I headed up to the seating area where his mother was planning on meeting us. I get up there and I don’t see the boyfriend, his sister or his father. So I could only assume they were still downstairs getting snacks and drinks and I just missed them because of all the people. So I asked his mother where they were. Her response “no one has come in yet, you’re the first”.

I was the first?!?! How?!?! All I could think was how impossible that is. She must have just missed them running in. It was hard to tell who was who when they ran past the finish line. How could the boyfriend end up behind me? I didn’t see him, and I kept my eyes open for him the whole time.

Then his sister came in, then his dad. But the boyfriend was nowhere to be found. I was so worried. What if he took himself off the course because of his ankle. His sister said she saw him and he was hurting around the 21K mark. “What if he can’t finish? Why would he even start the run knowing his ankle is sprained and still swollen?” I couldn’t take my eyes off the runners coming him, praying he would make his way down that ramp and into the stadium.

Finally, around the 3 hour 40 min mark he comes limping in, but slowly running. He did it! He made it even with his bad ankle. I was so proud of him! I couldn’t wait to tell him.

I already knew I loved him more than anything, but it was that moment, when he limped his way over the finish line, that I realized I could not be more in love with anyone in my entire life. It may also been a side effect of the high you feel from running, but I was so incredibly happy, happy with life, happy with him, just happy with everything.

It was one of the best days I’ve had in a long time!

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Our Home!

As promised so many months ago (or at least that’s how it feels) here are some photos of our house. I don’t really have any from before, and the after is already outdated… oh well!! I kinda suck at taking photos using my camera since I got my fancy new iPhone 🙂 

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In the process of painting

 
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In the process of painting - please note the ugly ceiling fan

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And there you have it! There is still so much more of the house, but like I said, I’m very bad at taking pictures.

 So the boyfriend and I booked a trip to Dominican. We are leaving in 12 days!! I am so excited. This will be our first real vacation alone together. But I will definitely miss our house!! Some other news, I’m officially a bootcamp trainer. I start in a couple weeks. I couldn’t be more excited to start this journey. And I have my 30K run this Sunday. Wish me luck, I definitely need it since I became injured about 4 weeks ago and had to stop training. This won’t stop me from doing the run, even if it means I have to crawl my way through it. Happy Hump day!!

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Dangerous driving

There were a couple weeks where I would literally fall asleep at the wheel every morning. No matter what time I went to bed, no matter how awake I felt getting ready, the moment I sat in my car my eyes would start to roll to the back of my head and a couple times I actually fell asleep.

I opened my eyes startled by a car honking. Why? Because I swore I was in my bed and why the heck would there be a car honking my in bed? But even that didn’t keep me from nodding off again 2 minutes later when my heart slowed down.

I tried everything, waking up a bit earlier, waking up later and rushing, drinking a coffee before driving and during. Eating a light breakfast, eating a heavier breakfast, eating while driving, punching my leg, singing loudly but nothing would keep me awake.

I was scared every morning to get behind my wheel. I didn’t know if I would fall asleep that day and not make it to work. And I’m still scared.

However, the one thing I didn’t try was working out in the morning. A new gym just opened up down the street from my house and the boyfriends family all joined. Last Friday was the first day it opened. Knowing I wouldn’t be able to go after work, I decided to get up at 530am and get to the first hot yoga class.

While I was getting ready to go to work after my workout and steam room experience, I felt exhilarated. I had been awake for 3 hours already. I got in my car and drove to work. It was the first day in over a month I didn’t nod off.

Monday morning I didn’t go to the gym, and guess what? I was nodding off again. Tuesday morning I went to the gym and my drive in was smooth!

But today I went to the gym and for about 80% of the drive I was fine, until I got closer to work and I felt my eyes rolling.

I thought I found a solution to my dangerous driving.

I can’t not drive to work, otherwise I have no way of getting in. Does anyone have a solution? Or some idea as to how I can keep myself from seriously injuring myself and possibly others??

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Food for thought, or thoughts of food?

I’ve been slacking huge on my healthy lifestyle change.

In the last year I’ve lost 25 pounds, but I’ve also put on 6, so technically speaking I’ve only lost 19 pounds.

When I weighed myself in December I was the lowest I had ever been in my early adulthood. I was thrilled. And then Christmas came, and new years and valentines day and really anything else I can attribute to my recent weight gain.

I can feel it too. I can feel my new pants, the ones I bought because I lost weight, getting tighter. I’m scared!

What’s changed isn’t the amount I work out. I still go to bootcamp 2 days a week and run at least 3 days, some runs lasting anywhere from 2 hours to 3 and a half (that’s a lot of calories burnt). But my eating habits have changed.

Ever since the boyfriend and I moved out we’ve been drinking more frequently, eating way more junk and just overall not doing as well as we used to. We eat out more and I notice that I’ve been having larger servings. This is because I don’t have another girl to help me watch my portions.

When I eat at the boyfriends parents house, I try to take as little as his sister and mother. While I was living there, I had trained my stomach to feel full after such tiny portions, but since we’ve been on our own, I just go by what the boyfriend eats and give myself a little less, which ends up being a lot more than I would have eaten at his parents house.

I’ve also been snacking later at night. I don’t know why, but I feel like I’m ALWAYS hungry. Even after I eat breakfast, I’m counting the minutes until I can eat my morning snack. And then I’m counting the minutes until lunch and the cycle continues everyday.

I’ve tried to come up with ways to fill up in the mornings, like a protein shake. It works but I think I have a weak tolerance for it because within a half hour I’m toppled over with stomach pains.

I’ve tried yogurt with granola and berries but that definitely isn’t enough. Ezekiel bread with jam, but I’m always so hungry. I don’t have time to make eggs and I don’t want to eat bagels.

I need help! I need suggestions. What can I eat and snack on that will fill me and satisfy me??

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