Things I Learned The Month I Tried To Move
It’s impossible to conquer Toronto. There’s just too much to do, see and eat.
Walking is such an underrated activity. Sure it’s no calorie-burner, but I think it’s as beneficial for mental health as yoga.
I have to stop automatically giving a positive response when people ask “How are you?” It causes others think I’m “okay” when I’m actually not.
Bad things happen to good people all. the. time.
If you’re going to add Greek yogurt to cooked oatmeal, add it after cooking and not to the pot while oatmeal is being cooked. The latter results in a soupy batch.
I need to relax. Which can be hard to do when you’re not allowed to exercise and it’s your best form of stress relief.
Getting the cast off a broken limb does not mean it’s all better. It can mean the hard and painful work is about to begin.
Adding pesto to hummus is a good idea.
Sometimes the best way to get out of an exercise slump is to take a break. Not a few days, but a few weeks or even months.
I don’t want my parents to ever leave me.
Doctor says at least two years until my arm is back to its new “normal.” Two. Years. I fucked it up bigtime.