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Not Your Typical Anniversary

Hello friends! I hope everyone had wonderful weekends! Mine was pretty good actually! The highlights:

  • Meeting everyone doing the Santa Shuffle at the running store this weekend
  • Doing my first sub-freezing run of the season (it was slow)
  • Drinking whiskey and watching a game of beer pong
  • Going to my first Bikram yoga class! (review coming in a couple weeks once I get the full experience – promise!)

You will have to bare with me today, as I will not be yammering about nutrition for the Food For Thought Sundays series. It will continue next week – double promise!

Today, December 5th, is actually a bit of an anniversary for me and I wanted to take pause to acknowledge it.

Exactly one year ago today, I worked my last shift at the radio station. It’s an important day for me because it was the beginning of so many changes and wonderful things that started happening in my life.

For those of you catching up, it’s good to know that I wasn’t always a personal trainer living in Toronto!

After getting a Journalism and Communications degree in the spring of ‘09, I accepted a full-time position as a radio reporter. I loved working at that radio station throughout university, loved the people, and in theory was the best job for me. But once I was there permanently, I got that gut feeling I was in the wrong place. My heart was pulling me in another direction and I quickly became miserable in the city I once loved as a college student.

After crying to my mother one night, she convinced to just set a date already and stick to it. That date was December 5th. I left the station’s doors with almost three years of great memories and learned experiences. I left what had defined me for so long. I had no idea what lied ahead. No clue what my future “career” would be or how I would make enough money to live.

I worked at a Starbucks for three weeks until I got offered an amazing job out of the blue at my old university.

Not even a week after I started this new job, my four-year relationship ended. I never blogged about it much, but it was another huge adjustment.

My university job was only a four-month contract. I loved it and it was the type of environment I could see myself being in for a long time. But I was still getting that pull. I knew I needed to get out of my small city and experience life elsewhere.

I made a decision I never thought possible, to move away from my home and family and come to Canada’s biggest city.

When my contract was up in April, I packed up my car and moved home for a month.

I’m not sure if my family knows it, but that month spent at home was hands down the best I’ve had in recent memory. A psychic once told my mom that her and I could grow old together, so it was imperative she get me out of the house or else I’d never leave!

So even though we both sobbed when I left, my mom and I knew I was off to live the life I was meant to. To experience, adventure, and act my age again.

That included a life-changing week in Banff, Alberta.

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Followed by two weeks in Ottawa with my sister. We’ve now lived more years apart than together, but I feel like I left that trip with a much deeper sisterly bond.

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Then, in July, I arrived to a Toronto heat wave.

Got a full-time job as a personal trainer where I am honestly blessed with the most amazing clients and space to work in.

Got a part-time job in a running store where I spend all day talking about running with runners. And eating candy.

I re-connected with university friends and met new friends through blogging.

I’m in a city that never sleeps. A constant hub of activity with never a dull moment.

I went to Chicago to meet 200 other healthy living bloggers.

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I went to San Francisco to meet 400 other food bloggers.

In short, I’ve done things I never imagined possible from my little Fredericton bachelor apartment.

Leaving the radio station was one of the hardest decisions I ever made. It was more than a job to me. After so many years of hard work, it felt bizarre to just throw journalism away.

But I learned something very valuable that day, one year ago.

If you want something to change, you have to initiate it.

Happiness wasn’t going to fall into my lap. I had to make a lot of tough choices in order to find it. I just had the best year of my life, and none of it would have happened had I never had the guts to take that first step. Once I set that date, it put everything else into motion. It got the ball rolling. My life has been nothing but rich, fulfilling, and amazing ever since.

The best part is, a year into this adventure, and I know I still have more left :)

Pssst! This is your last chance! I’m doing a special giveaway tomorrow open ONLY to Facebook friends. Are you one yet?

10 Ways To Live The Life You’ve Always Wanted

 

10. Know it’s never too late.

So what if you’ve been at it for 20 years? So what if you’ve got a family and think you’re stuck? My 87-year-old grandmother started yoga just a few years ago, and my mother went back to school to get her third degree with three small children. Life is long my friends, you have a lot of time to go after those things you want.

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Can we talk about how long and dark my hair was when I graduated university?? Whoa.

 

9. Know that a day spent miserable is a day wasted.

We are given 365 days a year, times 70+ years. But it can all be taken away in an instant. Don’t waste your hours wishing you could be spending them differently. Take advantage of the gifts you have. Get up and do something that makes you happy. Find joy in every day.

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8. Get dirty. Make mistakes.

Then make more mistakes. Learn from them. Teach others what you’ve learned from them. Wear them with pride, and keep chugging along.

"Success is the ability to go from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm." -Sir Winston Churchill

 

7. Know that you are worth it.

No one deserves to be unhappy. No one. Most reasons behind feelings of worthlessness are petty. You deserve better.

 

6. Eat cookies.

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Sometimes, eat them for breakfast.

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Don’t be scared to go against the grain, most rules are silly. Who said you shouldn’t eat dessert first? ;)

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5. Trust the process.

Things will work out if you let them. It may not be your original plan, sometimes things fall through. But keep at it and you will end up where you should be.

 

4. Want it.

Really want it. Go after it with a passion. Think about it, plan it, write it down, let people know about it. Scream it from the mountaintops and take charge.

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3. Learn to be your own best friend.

When you like being around yourself, so will others. You’ll attract good people and create meaningful relationships. Be at peace with who you are. Stop trying to change yourself and be content with who you really are, because that person is awesome too.

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2. Indulge.

Treat yourself. If you’re working as hard as I suspect you are, remember to take a time-out and recharge. Do something selfish or decadent. You can have your protein cakes and your marshmallow fluff.

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1. Ad astra per alas porci.

My motto. “To the stars on the wings of a pig.”

In other words: anything is possible. No really. Anything. What are you waiting for? Go for it!

My Favourite Restaurant + An Early Flashback

Tough day.

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Watching cars drive by all day.

Barking at the occasional dog passing by.

I only joined him for part of it ;)

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I dunno you guys, but I’ve been waking up every morning dreaming of runny eggs on toast.

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I tend to go through phases with breakfasts, where I’ll eat the same thing everyday for a couple weeks.

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Except for that period in high school – when I got up and made myself french toast every day for a couple of years. Seriously. I think it lasted over 700 days.

I met up with my dad today for a noon hour spin class! My dad is what I call an “h-core cyclist.” He’s been road and mountain biking for as long as I can remember, and bikes to work everyday only to change into a suit after.

His office building has a gym in the basement with a spin set-up. It was kinda cool – the instructor set one of those light-up disco balls on the floor and shut off the lights. At first it was off-putting, but ended up being fun because no one could see me dying on the spin bike! 40-minute class, and got my heart pumping. Lots of low hovers over the seat which kills my glutes.

Afterward, my dad and I hit up my fave restaurant in town, Calactus. It’s vegetarian/vegan, which works out well now that I’m off the dairy!

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I opted for the special, which started with a squash and lentil soup.

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The main dish was a hummus and olive flute with a side of their amazing tabbouleh. The “flute” is essentially a wrap in their homemade (and to die for) lavash bread.

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Dad got their burrito which I ordered here.

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And his favourite chocolate banana soy smoothie. I had a sip. It’s dang good.

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Me and the old man! I think he may have kicked my butt at spin today ;)

Came home to a message from a gym in Toronto who want to set up an interview for a personal training job when I get there! Yayyy! Even if nothing happens from it, it’s at least nice to finally get a callback from all those resumes I sent out :D

Took the puppers for a walk in my new hiking shoes, and my feet were happy campers. So weird that my feet are fine running, but I get shooting pain after long walks. No picture of that walk though – my hands were full with the two leashes ;)

Supper was a smattering of leftovers.

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Leftover egg noodes, eggplant chicken tomato soup, and spicy buffalo buffalo meatballs. 

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Had to make up for that vegan lunch somehow!!

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Lots of carrot snacking on the side. Will be orange by 2011.

My mother keeps (and has always kept) healthy food in the house. 

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Except, I keep finding boxes of specialty chocolate in the back of her fridge. Dangerous for a person like me!

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I always say that I like dark chocolate, but sometimes a melt-in-your-mouth milk chocolate can’t be beat.

After dinner, I went up to my old middle school to see my step-brother in a school play. Walking in, I realized it’s been ten years since I last walked through those doors. I was only there for Grade 8, but it will always stand out in my memory as a fun and formative year.

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Mind the blurry cell phone photo. I tracked down my class on the wall and had to snap a pic. We don’t own these school photos, so it was fun to see my 14-year-old self immortalized on the wall :)

 

That’s all for this fine Thursday – I have to go get some guest posts ready! I’m going to Halifax this weekend to visit my Best Friend Forever (BFF). This weekend will be the start of a Blogger Interview Series that I’ll be posting during all the moving and travel madness over the next month. Y’all are in for some great stuff – so many fun bloggies to feature!

See ya with a trip recap and goal check-in on Sunday!

 

Question of the Day: What was you favourite age/school grade growing up? Grade 8 was definitely fun for me because I made some new and great friends. Grade 6 will always stand out too – my friends and I used to take off on our bikes for hours, and then always end up at the local ice cream shop :)

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