Some great comments on my last post about plastic surgery. I love it when: a) people better articulate the point I’m trying to get across and b) when people see it from a different point of view than I. Case and point:
I think it’s sad when people get plastic surgery to make themselves happy. It’s one thing if you have something about yourself that honestly makes you sad or feel ugly (like having a large nose – not saying people w/ large noses are ugly, at all) but if you are doing it because of insecurities, maybe instead of paying to alter your body you should pay to alter your thoughts about your body…like going to therapy. I mean, if it’s really that bad.
I think Heidi was beautiful back in the day, it’s sad what she’s done to herself. I can’t imagine waking up one morning and not resembling pictures of myself that were taken a mere 5 years ago.
heather, on January 15th, 2010 at 2:20 am Said:
My thoughts on plastic surgery are the same as yours, to an extent. In my own personal case I would love to have a few surgeries performed. But, I’ve also lost over 280 pounds and have over 15 pounds of excess skin that cannot be gotten rid of without surgery. So while it would be dangerous, I also think of it as being necessary in the future. In the case of Heidi, I agree with you. She’s rediculous, and doing it for those reasons is way over the top.
Just my two cents.
And then I always love it when my mommy jumps into the conversation…
Christina, on January 15th, 2010 at 12:48 pm Said:
If Heidi does not accept herself now the aging process is going to be horrible for her. I am 55 and my body has undergone many changes. But I have Susan’s 86 year old grandmother as my role model. She has always ate well and exercised. Her skin is wrinkled and sags but that is what happens to skin after 86 years. She is still proud of her looks and it shines through. No one gets to be 86 without it showing…
I can thank my mom and nana for being two wonderful role models on how to age. My 86 year old grandmother goes to yoga for goodness sake! I’ve seen how beautiful the aging process can be with those two women as examples, and I think that’s why people like Heidi Montag make my heart ache.
Speaking of hearts, thank you to those of you who nominated me for the blogging pants! I’ve admittedly completely ignored my Google Reader these past couple days, so I was confused as to why I was suddenly getting people coming here from Caitlin’s blog. Seeing that a handful of people thought of me when they heard about the blogging pants initiative put a giant smile on my face. My heart grew just like it does at the end of How the Grinch Stole Christmas (you know what I’m talking about!)
Okee, I’ve got lots of stuff to get to – including the Blogaversary Giveaway winner!! So let’s get down to business, shall we?
As I mentioned in my previous post, I had a completely wild night last night and stayed out till 10:30 with the girls from work. By the time blogging happened, it was close to midnight when I fell asleep. Six hours later, I was so not feeling the bike trainer session I’d hoped for. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, except I couldn’t!!! This is one of the reasons why I’m so successful at morning workouts. When I’m up, I’m up. So I pulled on my bike shorts and got to it.
It’s odd doing stationary bike workouts. I’m used to doing it in a spin class setting, or being outside on a real bike. I’m still not sure how to design a lengthy bike workout for myself. I kinda made it up as I went along today:
- 5 minute warm-up – easy spin
- 10 minutes – sitting sprints (1 min) + sitting recovery (1 min)
- 10 minutes – hill climb, alternating between sitting and standing for 1 min each, increasing resistance every 2 min
- 20 minutes – alternating 1 min sitting + 1 min standing sprints, with 2 min recovery in between each
Yeah, kinda random, but it kept me interested and I was working real hard by the end. Watched the local news again while on the bike. It was all about Haiti. An old “colleague” of mine was killed in the earthquake. Communications officer for the local RCMP. Heartbreaking. He always stuck out in my memory because he was so nice to me when I was a student journalist bugging him for interviews all the time. Strange how these people we cross paths with frequently can have such an impact on us…
Anyways, I should warn you, I’ve had a sandwich for every meal today. Starting with smoked salmon on an english muffin for breakfast.
I was supposed to go out to lunch with my dad today, but he finished up in court early and headed back to Moncton this morning. No worries cause I’ll be seeing in when I go home for my birthday next weekend!!! Since I didn’t pack a lunch, I tagged along to the mall with coworkers and stopped by Subway for sandwich #2 – turkey breast on whole wheat. Smothered in mustard and pickles.
I had an appointment to get my hair done at 6pm, so I scooted home from work to make a quickie supper. Sandwich #3!
And my new single lady ‘do!!!
Ta-daaaaa!! I had no idea what I wanted going in there, something shorter, darker, and a little sassier. I think it accomplishes all three and am quite happy with it. I feel like a new woman!! :D
Note to self: put it in bigger mugs next time!!! I don’t know why I didn’t learn from my exploding muffin top the first time around, but it happened again! They puff up big time in the microwave.
Tastewise, these were much better. They’ve got some real potential. And by potential, I mean will someday be smothered in marshmallow fluff…
Okayokay. Enough chatter. Time to announce the winner of THREE Vega Vibrancy bars!!! Drumroll please…
yay! It’s been a year!! I love your blog and I’m so glad I found it.
Eeeee!!! Congrats Morgan!!! Send your address to email@example.com and I’ll send out your goodies!! As a side note, if you haven’t yet, you should totally check out Morgan’s blog. She has a very similar story to mine, and is now a television producer pursuing her personal training certification. Yay for fit broadcasters! ;)
And on that note, it’s time for bed.
There are so many things I should do before bed, but instead I’m cuddling up with my hot water bottles and watching this week’s Real World episode. Night night!!! xoxo
Why hello there! Hope everyone got a great start to their weeks! My Monday actually went pretty well, all things considered. Had a good day at work, which will hopefully turn into a good week! However, spin class did not happen today, I showed up and the class was full! So I’m doing my own spin class in my living room tomorrow out of spite. It’s going to be a million times better. And fret not Brie, I’ll explain the trainer!
Aaaanyways! I have a bunch of exciting stuff to get to so I’ll keep the yummy food pictures to a minimum. First up: waffles!!!
Who says waffles are just for Wednesdays? :P The usual ingredients were blended for the batter:
- 1/2 cup rolled oats
- 1/2 cup cottage cheese
- 1/2 cup egg whites
- cinnamon/pumpkin pie spice
- 1 tsp vanilla
- 1/2 tsp baking powder
Torn up and eaten with my hands like a barbarian. Dipped in my favourite concoction – almond butter whisked with sugar-free maple syrup. Yes, sometimes, I eat sucrose.
Dinner was eaten in two courses! Started with a salad…
- romaine lettuce
- red onion
- green pepper
- balsamic vinaigrette
The main course: leftover roasted zucchini, carrots + parsnip and mini turkey meatloaf!
I actually intended to make a proper loaf-sized meatloaf, but I apparently don’t own a loaf pan. The downfall of relying on roommates for kitchen supplies then moving out on your own. I found a decent recipe here which I basically followed.
2/3 cup old-fashioned oats (Quaker oats)
1/3 cup milk (2% but other can be used)water 3/4 pound ground turkey1 pound ground turkey 1/4 pound ground beef (the leaner the better)1/2 cup shredded carrots
1/4 cup diced
1/4 cup minced1/2 cup shredded/chopped onions
2 large egg whites, lightly beaten
Italian Seasoningoregano + parsley
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
teaspoonclove minced garlic 1/2 teaspoon salt 1/3 cup Heinz Ketchup1/4 cup reduced-sugar ketchup
Preheat oven to 350 degrees Farenheit. Lightly mist a regular-size muffin pan with olive oil spray. Set aside.
In a medium or large mixing bowl, combine the oats and the milk and let stand for 3 minutes (or until the oats are slightly softened). Add the turkey and beef, carrots, onions, egg whites, mustard, Italian seasoning, Worcstershire sauce, garlic and salt. With clean hands or a fork, mix well. Scoop the mixture into the muffin pan, making level with the top of the pan. Spread the ketchup over the top. Should make exactly 9 muffins.
Bake for 30 minutes or until a thermometer inserted in the center registers 180 degrees (I usually put back in for 5 minute increments until it reaches 180 degrees, which brings the total cook time to 40 minutes).
Number of Servings: 9
My only complaint is they were a little mushy which is entirely my fault. I shredded way too much carrot and onion because I’m a shredding machine. My stats on them are similar though – 128 calories, 5g fat, 152mg sodium, 7g carbs, 1g sugar, 1g fibre, 14g protein for each one. Wouldn’t make for a bad grab-n-go snack!
Okayokayokay. MY NEWS!!!! Click to play please! Turn your volume up :) (also, why does You Tube always pick the worst screen shot of my face?)
Sooo, if you missed it, not only is it my one year blogaversary, but I’m giving away a package containing each of the three Vega Vibrancy flavours!!
My other big news is that my favourite Everythingtarian, Holly, and I are taking a bloggie vacation – and you’re invited!!
We’re planning a trip to Banff, Alberta, Canada in June. We’ll be eating, hiking, biking, and adventuring our way through one of this continent’s most beautiful areas.
Photo courtesy my mom, who says Banff is one of her favourite places on earth :D
If you’re interested in joining in on the fun, or at least part of the fun, e-mail myself at firstname.lastname@example.org or Holly at email@example.com. It’s going to be mind-blowingly awesome. I am SO excited!!!
Okay, that’s enough excitement for me, I’m about ready to bust :P On a sappier note, I just want to reiterate how much fun this past year of blogging has been for me. I started it as a way to track my progress to a fitness goal, and enriched my life in ways I never thought possible in the process. Most of all, I’ve met amazing people. Thanks for stopping by my little piece of the interwebs (almost) everyday. Blogging is often one of my favourite parts of the day, and I’m one helluva lucky gal to get to do it :D
Question of the Day: Well?? Do you want free stuff or not!?
It seems there are TWO winners today! First, the winner of my first ever giveaway.
#35 – K!!!!!
Congrats K!! Send your info to firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll send you a free jar of hazelnut almond butter :D Thanks to everyone who entered too! It was a lot of fun to see new names come out of the woodwork. I’ve already got the wheels turning for my next giveaway :)
So, who’s the other winner?
I quit my job today.
If you’ve been reading this blog recently, it shouldn’t really come as much of a surprise.
I’ve been working as a reporter at a local radio station. I report the news, covering events and writing stories on said events. Then, every Saturday and Sunday, I’m up at 4am to read the morning newscasts on air. I’ve been doing this job full-time since May 1st, but I did it part-time for two years prior while I was in journalism school.
Most people would be ecstatic to have a job in their field straight out of university, especially in this economic climate. However, during my last year in school, I realized my heart just wasn’t in the business anymore. It was wonderful to study, but I’m just not cut out to be a daily reporter.
I was actually offered my current job and it was an offer I couldn’t refuse. The pay was crappy, but it was easier than having to go out into the real world and finally figure out what I want to do with my life.
But somewhere along the way, life escaped me. My friends disappeared, my boyfriend and family are in different cities, and it became just me and this job. Instead of opening doors, it started closing them. I don’t make enough money to live. I don’t work any sort of regular hours that would allow me to have a social life. I’m 23-years-old and I’m in bed at 9pm every Friday and Saturday night.
You may recall I made the decision to change that. A “five year plan” I called it. But as each day passed, it became more and more unbearable. The thought of getting out of bed, leaving the house, all seemed like too much for me. The person I thought I was began to dissolve, and even the smallest things no longer seemed like enough.
So instead of waiting for that perfect job to appear out of thin air, I’ve decided to just put an end to it already. Today was my breaking point. I was driving home from a lacklustre workout at the gym and realized my feelings over these past several months are more than just part of my natural emotions. I was spiralling out of control. Or as my mother put it, “unravelling.”
I completely broke down on the phone with my mom. I told her I just wanted to quit it all and move home. I moved to this city five years ago to be with a boyfriend, and the only thing that’s keeping me here is Chris. It seems I came here for all the wrong reasons and am now staying for the wrong reasons. At some point, Fredericton stopped feeling like my “home” and more like an ocean I was drowning in.
I have no idea what the future holds. I have 39 days left of my job, my last day being December 6. I want to stay on good terms with my boss and thought it wise to give plenty of notice. I may look for a part-time job until then to make ends meets, as that’s something that’s not happening right now. I’ll be looking for full-time jobs. In what city or field, I have no idea. I do know that I’m terrified to not have a plan. I’m scared to break my lease, move again, be broke, and feel like a failed person.
But I can tell you that the second I hit “send” on my letter of resignation, I felt an old piece of me come back. No matter where I am or where I end up, I promise to not let another minute pass me by. I will live life instead of “waiting it out.” I will not put the happiness of others before my own.
Most of all, I just want my mojo back.
Till’ next time…