February 12 16

I had pizza for dinner. Two lovely slices of plain cheese pizza.

And I may have purred a little bit.

I have recently been making some changes to how I eat (because oh my god I know I haven’t shut up about it but it’s been pretty all-consuming since I can’t button my pants or zip any of my dresses so I’m basically resorting to leggings as pants because nothing else fits.)(Not really.)(At least not publicly.)(Big sweaters and elastic waist skirts ftw!). Some small changes — hot water with lemon in the morning before coffee. Some bigger changes — like removing the white flour and sugar. I’m eating things like quinoa, hemp hearts, and chia, and avoiding my beloved cinnamon buns from Richmond bakery. I figured this would give me more energy and make me feel less slothy and lardy, but I mostly feel the same only I’m a lot more, um, regular. And I haven’t lost any weight.

But I’m hopeful. You know, something about Rome and building and a day. And I figure that this, combined with the kickboxing classes and training and running up and down my stairs that I’m doing, has to be doing more good than harm to my body in the long run.

The truth is, though, that this has been really hard. All of it. I’m usually so good at finding the funny but there’s just nothing funny about hemp hearts, and I really don’t care what they say about emotional eating but it’s an actual real thing that things like macaroni and cheese and a tube of cookie dough are much more comforting than a bag full of chia mixed into organic yogurt when you’ve had a week that feels like Mercury is in retrograde even though Mercury is not, in fact, in retrograde. I’m trying not to focus on the really strange things that have been happening this week, and focus on the fact that my boy made the JCC Maccabi flag football team and will be representing Toronto in St. Louis this summer and Emily failed the Science test that I spent many, many hours one night studying for and I learned all sorts of new information like the fact that tides are because of gravity and the moon and sun and how did I not know that (failure to Emily = 94.5%) and 4 new episodes of Gilmore Girls are happening (#TeamJess)(please god do not let it be like the return of Arrested Development which was just so, so bad and really just had me trying to figure out what happened to Lindsay’s face) and that I will be spending a really romantic Valentine’s Day with the back half of this season of The Walking Dead.

Jesus, not-in-retrograde Mercury. You are really not kidding around.

But it’s Friday.

Nay, it’s Fri-yay which means tonight I get to crawl into bed at 7pm.


But maybe first I’ll just have one more slice.

For balance. 

  1. Go Josh! That’s AWESOME!

    I was waiting for what “failing” actually was.

    I’ve started to eat better and eat out less and it IS hard. Especially because yes! I don’t feel better. But yeah, Rome.

    Comment by Kristabella on February 12, 2016
  2. That should be my new tagline: But yeah, Rome.

    Comment by ali on February 12, 2016
  3. It takes time and you will notice changes soon! It’s hard but so worth it! Balance is everything! No guilt either! 🙂

    Comment by Tina @AMindfulFairytale on February 12, 2016
  4. Thank you!

    I hope so, it’s just been really hard to have this much weight gain in such a short time. ugh.

    Comment by ali on February 12, 2016
  5. I hear ya! It’s like Bam! My pants don’t fit!

    Comment by Tina @AMindfulFairytale on February 12, 2016
  6. Mercury may not be in retrograde, but the Mercury on the thermometer disappeared today (outside temp was -42C, then wind chill here in Cochrane) and I ate, a lot, you know, to keep warm! 🙂
    Chia pudding or jam…very yummy!

    Comment by Amanda on February 13, 2016

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