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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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I’m in love!!

I’m completely and utterly in love with fitness. So lame, right? But hear me out. It has nothing to do with it being a new year, new resolutions blah blah blah… I’m not one of those people (anymore) that make a new year’s resolution to lose 10lbs, 20lbs and work out hardcore for the first month or two and give up when I realize it’s too hard. No, that’s the old me, the me that made those resolutions years ago.

Last year I made a new year’s resolution to run a half  marathon, and guess what? I did! The resolution came from the fact that I started running before new year’s eve. It wasn’t long before. I remember I got on the scale in mid December and almost cried.

In my first year of university, I put on the freshman 15, however, my 15 ended up being 25lbs. And when I started to lose that weight in my second year, I promised myself I would never get back to the weight that I was (unless I was pregnant). When I got on the scale in December of 2010 I was over the weight I promised myself I would never reach. So what did I do? I started running, like the next day.

In the spring of 2011 I joined a bootcamp, which really helped with my training for a half marathon. I signed up for a half marathon in August and by the time it rolled around, I was 15lbs lighter. Yes, I was trying to lose weight, but it wasn’t my usual goal tactics. I set a fitness goal to run the half marathon and because I had that goal, it made it easier to lose the weight.

Since the half marathon, I’ve continued to lose weight (although I’ve put a little holiday weight on) and I am now 20lbs lighter than I was a year ago.

I am in love with fitness. Look what it does!

Of course, if you want to lose weight, you have to change everything about your habits. You not only have to start working out, but you also have to eat healthier. I made those changes. But that’s just part of fitness. I like to splurge on greasy, fattening foods. Sometimes I like to go to a Chinese buffets twice in one week (ok, ok, not often, I just did it once last week and I felt horribly guilty about it). But if you don’t have that piece of cake, or chocolate, or an extra spoon of pasta, then you will start to resent your chosen healthy lifestyle and most likely give up on it.

I’ve learned to control what I put in my body by balancing out how much I work out versus what I’ve had to eat. I also have to look at what eating too much, or unhealthy will do to my goal of running a marathon. How will I ever be able to run that long if I stuff myself with hamburgers on a weekly basis?

I pretty much eat the same thing every single day for breakfast and lunch. I’ll have Ezekiel bread with margarine and homemade jam with a coffee and only a little bit of cream for breakfast and a salad for lunch. The salad is usually the same, various vegetables with a little bit of feta cheese and light Greek dressing. Sometimes I will add quinoa or chickpeas or tuna. But rarely do I eat anything else. To keep variety in my day, I’ll eat something different for dinner. However, now that we are living on our own, I have to come up with healthy, easy, fast, dinner options. This is going to be the biggest challenge. But I have a new goal, and I am fairly confident that because I have set a new fitness goal I will be able to keep to it.

I am going to be running 30k in March. I’ll let you know how it goes and if fitness and I are still having an affair.

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Hawaii, Half Marathon, Anniversary

It’s been awhile, huh?

So much has happened and yet I haven’t had much to say. I’ve been exhausted, I’ve been busier then I have ever been in my entire life and I keep thinking about my blog. I miss it, I miss reading my favourite blogs. It doesn’t help that I don’t own a computer of my own. Well, I do, but I haven’t seen it in over a year.

As you all know I went to Hawaii with the boyfriend and his family (the parents, the sister, the sisters bf, the uncle, the cousin and the uncles friend). It was the best vacation I have been on in a long time. It’s right up there beside Italy.

Our trip started out on Thursday August 18. We got up at 3am so we could get to the airport for our 7am flight. After two flights we arrived in Maui, but that wasn’t the end of our travels. A couple of months ago the boyfriend and I were thinking about running a half marathon this summer. So what better place to run my first half marathon than in Hawaii? We looked up local runs and we found one, but it was on another island. Our trip to Maui was already booked, so we didn’t want to change our flights. Instead, we booked a small island hopper.

I’m not sure if I have ever shared with you my extreme fear of flying. Well, I’m terrified of flying. I hate it. I hate the take off, I hate the landing and I hate everything in between. So I wasn’t feeling too happy about a small 9 seater.

Anyway, I suffered through it (it really wasn’t as bad as I thought), and we arrived on the big island at 8pm Hawaii time (that’s a 6 hour time difference, at this point we have all been awake for 23 hours).

We had one full day until the run. We felt so restricted. We didn’t want to eat anything too heavy, we couldn’t drink anything and we had to be in bed by 8pm the latest since we were getting up at 2:30am. So the first day in Hawaii was a little uneventful. We did do a little shopping and I bought myself and the boyfriend a pair of sunglasses.

Side note, August 20 is the boyfriend and my anniversary. Our run was on August 20. So the sunglasses was my gift to him.

It’s the morning of the race, and lucky for us we kept on the eastern time zone so when we woke up at 2:30am it really felt like 8:30am. Now this part is my favourite part of the whole trip (it will be an ongoing joke, that’s for sure). Since we were staying in the town of Kona (best coffee ever!) and our run was in Volcano two hours away, no cab was willing to drive us. So what did any normal person do instead? Take a limo of course! So we pull up to a community center in the smallest town in Hawaii. People were shocked. They had no idea who was inside the limo. They tell the limo driver he can’t park where he was because it would take up too much space, so we move it to a more hidden area. The driver stayed there throughout the run since he was going to drive us back. Apparently people were asking him who he drove in the limo, and his response? “Oh I can’t tell you, it’s top secret.” When we finished the run, we didn’t wait around for the awards. We decided to head back to the hotel to get ready for our flight back to Maui. As we drove off in our limo, everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) was staring! It was hilarious.

I bet you’re all wondering how the run went. Well I finished it! And that’s all that matters. But I did set another goal for myself and it was to try to finish it in under 2 ½ hours, and guess what? I did! I am very proud of myself, this was a huge accomplishment!

The first thing we do when we get back to the hotel (after showering of course) was head to the bar and get our first drink of the vacation. While we sat around the pool sipping our fruity drinks, it was then I knew this was going to be the best vacation.

What did the boyfriend get me for our one year? Well, there’s more to come. I don’t want to waste the whole story in one post 😉

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Random News

Dear readers,

I am pleased to announce that a change has been made. Thanks to my personal meeting, I was recently offered another job.

This position is exactly what I’ve been waiting for. It’s the reason I went to school for what I did, and when the opportunity came up I had to jump all over it!

Two weeks today I will be starting my new adventure with a new company and a new position. I’ll be in the same field, but a new industry and a better title!

The sad news is that I’ve found most of my posts have come from the extra time I’ve been afforded at my current company. I’m not one to go home, open up my computer and type a blog post. When I’m home I like to work out, relax and just do about anything other than be on a computer. This is because I’m on a computer for 8 hours every day. My fear is I will not be able to provide as many interesting posts (not that all of my posts are very interesting) as often as I’d like.  But I could very easily be jumping to conclusions. Who knows, maybe I’ll have so much to share that I will change my ways and post on week nights/ends.

 Either way, I will find the time for all of you.

Oh and other news: I’m probably getting another car, which means I won’t miss the city anymore!!

Some random things: 

  • I’m like really confused why most of my views come from the google search “make bed” and “how to make bed”. Do that many people not know how to make their bed???
  • All my hard work on training for the half marathon feels as though it’s been thrown out the window. I’ve been drinking too much on weekends and the longest run I have been able to do in the last 3 weeks is 10K. The half is in 24 days, I might be screwed.
  • As a sub note to the above, I’m pretty sure I’ve gained a couple of pounds (did I mention I lost 16 since Christmas?!?! Yeah, not anymore)
  • I currently LOVE taking pictures in Sepia – apparently EVERYTHING looks better in Sepia
  • My best friend told me on Saturday that having one nail painted a different colour from all the others is fashionable:

(I like it)

  • I might get a feather in my hair
  • Did I mention how excited I was about getting a new job?? Well, I’m REALLY EXCITED!

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The Longest Day Ever!

It’s the eve of my super long weekend! Tomorrow is Canada Day (for those of you lovely readers who do not live in Canada) and my company is giving us Monday off as well (which I know is Independence Day), so let’s hope for beautiful weather and good times!

I had a post all ready about the “longest day of my life”, until I found out about my friend getting engaged. Now that’s all I’ve been able to think about. I’ve had dreams about EVERYONE getting engaged… it’s kind of getting ridiculous!!

But I’m determined to tell you all about my long day.

I learned three very important lessons Tuesday: 

  1. Zoom in on Google maps
  2. Never ever underestimate Google maps
  3. Never forget your cell phone

I had a personal meeting Tuesday afternoon all the way on the other side of the city. When I found out about the meeting I thought I would Google map the best route to get there. Since I don’t have a car, I used the public transportation option. It found 4 possible routes. I picked the one that would get me there the fastest and cost me the least amount. Google estimated it would take 1 hr and 13 minutes.

Based on past experiences with Google, I assumed this was over estimated. Routes have never taken me as long as Google maps said it would. But to be safe, I thought I would leave a bit earlier.

This meeting was very important to me, so for days I prepared. I rehearsed what I would say, I studied everything I needed to know and I had many conversations with the boyfriend and the boyfriend’s parents on what I should say. I felt ready, well… as ready as I ever would be.

I could barely sleep Monday day, I was too nervous. I got up a bit early to get my outfit ready, I made sure I ate a good meal so that when I missed lunch I wouldn’t be too hungry later and I packed everything I could possibly need just in case! The boyfriend and I were in the car on our way to work, I had notes to study while I was in the passenger seat, when it came to me… I forgot my cell phone. It was too late to turn around. “It’s ok” I thought “I’ll survive.” We get to work, and everything was going well, until I started feeling like crap. I had a headache, my stomach was killing me… maybe it was the nerves, but I was not feeling too good.

I decided I would leave at noon, this way I had some time to feel better, calm down and make my way across the city to my meeting with lots of extra time. I walked over to the mall, got myself some Advil, bought myself a smoothie and took some cash out of the bank to cover the cost of transportation. Since I didn’t have my cell phone, the only form of time telling I had was my iPod, but my iPod it not very reliable. Sometimes the screen turns on and other times it blanks out. But I was in luck, it was working today, and I was way ahead of schedule. I was actually concerned I was going to be over an hour early.

I got on the first train heading south. Because it was the middle of the day, there was a ton of seating. I grabbed a seat, pulled out my notes and started reading. About 20 min later it was time to change trains going west. I still had about an hour and 45 minutes until I had to be there and I was already 20 minutes into the journey. I take the train all the way to the very end of the line (which was the only station with a washroom, but one stop passed where I needed to get off). I use the washroom to re-do my makeup, which only took about 5 minutes. I head down to the trains again to head one station east. Since I was running early, I decided to take a couple of minutes and wait for the next train and go over my notes while sitting on the bench. The next train arrives and I head over to the station where I was to catch a bus.

It was at this moment I realized that I really didn’t have that much time. So I start to panic just a little. I have no idea where the time went, and how I went from being an hour and a half ahead of schedule to only 45 minutes to get there. Thankfully the bus arrived a little early, and we were on our way. My iPod was still working, so I was able to see the time and it kept getting closer and closer to the time I needed to be at the meeting. Then the bus stopped (I know, I know… buses stop, but this time it wasn’t at a bus stop) and three cop cars zoom in front of the bus and stop traffic. O-M-G what the heck is going on. We sit there for 10 min. I now have about a half an hour to get there. Whatever the commotion was, it ended and we were back on the move.

I’ve never been to this place before via public transit, so I wasn’t entirely sure where I was supposed to go. I took very detailed notes on when to get off the bus and which direction to walk etc… and when the street that I was told to get off at came up, it didn’t look right. I was sitting at the back of the bus, so I get up and run to the front to ask the bus driver if this street was close to 123 street, he said no. WHAAAAAT?!?!?!?! I panicked. I had no idea where I was, thankfully the bus driver knew where I was and told me not to worry, I just need to stay on the bus another two stops. (Lesson 1: Zoom in on Google maps so I know EXACTLY where to get off). The nice bus driver proceeds to tell me which direction I need to walk in to get to the address I was looking for.

*Side note, it was probably about 30 degrees and I was wearing a pant suit with heals.

So I get off the bus and walk in the direction the bus driver told me. I was curious of the time since I knew I was pushing it close, so I pulled out my iPod, and what do I find? A blank screen. I have NO idea what time it is, so I start running. I get to the street (thank god) and turn onto it. I was looking for number 12 (or so I thought). The first building I see is 14, “Ok great” I thought “It’s the next building.” Well, there was no “next building” on that side of the street. And on the other side? 29-33…

So here I am, probably already late for this meeting, in a BLACK pant suit, wearing heals and carrying the largest binder of my life, running back and forth on this small street and I could not find number 12.

Luckily there was a post man driving a post truck, so I bravely stupidly jump in front of it waving my arms like a mad woman to get his attention. He barely noticed me in time and slams on his brakes (he didn’t look too happy). I run over to the window on the driver side, tears running down my face “Where is number 12?” I asked. He looks back at me like I’m the biggest idiot to ever exist and says “Number 12 doesn’t exist” and drives off… Holy S**T. I don’t have my phone to call or to find the right address, I’m pretty sure I’m late and I’m sweating more than I would in hot yoga.

So I turn around and try it one more time. This time I decided to read the small signs on the buildings and realized that this whole time I should have been looking for number 29. There it was, staring me right in the face. But since I assumed I was already late, I take my time and walk to find the front door. When I thought I found it, it wouldn’t open “JUST GREAT!” I yelled (in my head). But I kept walking, and I found another door. I walk in and ask to speak to the person I was meeting. There was no clock, so I still had no idea if I was late and if so, how late I was.

At this point I didn’t even want to have this meeting. I was embarrassed I was late, I was sweating buckets and I’m pretty sure my makeup was running down my face from both the sweat and the tears (by this point I was crying, but I certainly felt like it). As I’m standing there, gasping for a drink of water, I turn around and see their alarm system, it has a clock on it… and it was 2:35pm… I was 10 minutes EARLY!!!!!!! I could have hugged anyone at the moment, but realized I probably smelled so bad.

I was told to take a seat; she would be with me in a moment. I immediately ask for the bathroom, run over to it and rip off my suit jacket. I had 10 min to dry off and fix my makeup. I was a thinker that morning since I realized I packed my deodorant. YES! So I dab myself dry, fix up my makeup and flatten my hair. I walked out and I still had about 7 minutes to sit down, cool off and have a drink of water.

Lesson 2: Never ever underestimate Google maps, and give myself an entire day to get somewhere that should have taken an hour and 13 minutes.

The meeting went great!

As I was walking out, proud of myself, I realized I didn’t save any change for the bus back to the station. But since I was in a good mood, I decided to walk. On my walk to the station I saw GO trains in the distance and thought that maybe it was a GO station (since I needed to get to one anyway to get home, I thought this was perfect). So I walk towards these trains, which took me through a construction site, and I realized that it was actually a train repair station. Well, since I already walked this far, I didn’t want to turn around. I saw lights up ahead and a bus drive by, so I knew I was near a main road. I walk for another 15 minutes and I was right. But I still had the issue of having no change. As I got closer to the street I saw a sign for a Tim Hortons, my savior. I get the change I need and an iced coffee and I’m set.

I got on the next bus to the station (the station I got off at originally to fix my makeup). I was so happy at this point. I was on my way home, I knew this station on a GO train station nearby and the meeting went great. But I had no idea what time it was. We pulled into the station and I make my way over to the GO station. When I got there the doors were locked. The sign said that it was closed until 4:30pm. What the heck was the time?!?! I swore it was at least 5pm.

Remember how I forgot my cell phone? Well, I needed to call the boyfriend to find out if he could pick me up at the station closest to home. I had exactly $.50 on me in change, and apparently that’s the new cost of public phones (I remember they used to cost only $.25). So I make my one phone call, and guess what I got, his voicemail, and the stupid phone ate my money. I left him a voicemail letting him know I was at the station, but I had no idea what the time was and I had no idea when I would be at the station near home. I told him not to meet me there and I would just walk (it would have been impossible to find him anyway). What felt like 3 hours later, the station opens up and I go and wait on the platform. And what felt like another hour, the train shows up.

I finally made it somewhat close to home. I was still on my pride high, and I start walking. I then realized I have no idea how to get home from the station. So I follow everyone else who looks like they are walking home and I find a pathway that seemed like the right direction. Since the boyfriend and I go for a ton of runs around the area, as soon as I walked through the pathway I had an idea where I was and proceeded to walk home. I get onto our street and the boyfriend pulls up beside me to drive me the rest of the way. I was so relieved, my feet were killing me. I got into the car and looked at the time and it was ONLY 5:20pm… ok seriously, what the heck? How was time NOT MOVING today?!?! I could have sworn it was closer to 7pm (at least that’s how I felt).

Since it was so early, we made it in time for our first bootcamp session of the summer. I think because I sweat out EVERYTHING I ate that day (which was only breakfast), the scale at bootcamp told me I lost another 3 pounds. I think I’m going to put on a pant suit every day and go for a run!!

Lesson 3: Never forget your cell phone because most of this day could have been avoided.

I’m exhausted just thinking about the day. That or this post took forever to write! (Sorry 🙂 Hope you stuck around for the whole thing)

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The Diet *sigh*

UGH I’m getting so pissed and annoyed!

Like every other girl on this planet I am trying to lose weight. I made that realization back in December just before the holidays when I stood on the scale and realized I weigh about 20 pounds more than I did 4 years ago… GROSS.

So ever since that depressing realization I’ve been working out between 3-6 days a week. I stopped drinking (well, I stopped drinking as much, I might still have a glass of wine every once in a while), I started eating somewhat better, but still having dessert almost every day. I feel good! I’ve tried to avoid weighing myself too much so that I don’t get discouraged. But two days ago I was at the gym, all sweaty and feeling amazing and I decided to take that step onto the taunting scale to see how much weight I may or may not have lost. You want to know how much weight I’ve lost?? Probably not, but I’m gonna tell you anyway, five pounds…FIVE.POUNDS?!?!?!?! In two months I’ve only lost 5 pounds. W.T.F?

This is so depressing… I thought I would have gotten on that scale and saw at least 10 pounds. Now when I watch the biggest loser I yell and curse at the women who are losing 9 pounds IN A WEEK and cry about it, saying it’s not enough blah blah blah…

So I’ve decided to eat even better! Because I can’t really work out too much more, unless I want my life to consist only of work and working out… EFFFFFFF THAT! I love love love carbs, more than anything in the whole world I love carbs! I can’t even think of the idea of cutting them out and being able to live. But I’m going to try. The only down side is EVERYTHING has carbs. Fruit, vegetables, milk, rice, pasta… everything! I live on my own, and cooking for myself is hard enough when I have pasta and sauce lying around my house, what on earth am I supposed to cook if I can’t even eat that?

So this weekend, my goal is to find things I can make that have less carbs and don’t cost too much. I’m determined to have a “beach body” by August when I go to Hawaii. I can’t be running a half marathon with my stomach hitting my chin on every bounce.

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