So, I did a thing!
Here’s the thing with recovery from burn out, too much working out is bad. It actually can be harmful to recovery but tonight, tonight I had an itch that could only be made better by lifting se weights. I’m pretty embarrassed at the idea of going back to crossfit so I went and tried a new place right by my house.
It’s the first workout from New Rules of Lifting for Women. The weights were kept light enough that I didn’t feel like dying by the end but my cheeks were definitely bright red. I’m happy I went and it felt really good to break a sweat and push myself.
If it feels good to go again on Wednesday, you bet your ass that I’ll be back. Woo!!
Beef cheeks + wine/veggies + 10h in a slow cooker = a heavenly bourguignon like thing.
New favourite cute of meat.
- I’m loving the fact that there’s an extra hour of sunlight
- I have a beef cheek stew going in the slow cooker. My house smells like beef, bacon and wine. I like it.
- I took tomorrow off and I plan on spending most of the day doing absolutely NOTHING.
- I’ve slept an average of 10h a night this weekend and I’m still exhausted. I need to find a way to catch up on more sleep…
- I’m elbow deep in bridal shower planning for my best friend. This has made me realize the extent of my single-ness. Cue various feelings…
- I should find out next week if I get the apartment that I really want. It would be perfect and I have all my fingers and toes crossed that it works out!
Ok that’s enough out of me for now. Happy Sunday folks.
More like March torture.
I’m running and animating a March break camp from 7-4 and then, I have to catch up on all the admin stuff that I don’t have time to do during the day.
60h week here I come…
1st run of the year…
Couch to 5k W1D1 in the books in what feels like -20C weather. My lungs feel like they’ve just been put in a blender.
Now, I rest.
All of Montreal is out and about for Nuit Blanche. The penguins are outside at the biodome, there are shows and gallery parties and then some until tomorrow. I really want to go out and take part, but my body is killing me. I feel like I’ve been run over by a very large truck.
So I’m choosing to stay in, take a Zzzquil and sleep as much as possible.
What an exciting life I lead…
I was pretty upset the last time that I posted. I wanted to take a moment to say thank you for all the messages, virtual hugs, offers for revenge, etc. I appreciate it more than you can imagine. Thank you Internet for being there for me!!!
But luck would have it that I would find another apartment in a block where the landlords are super sweet and one of my good friends lives on the ground floor.
I’m crossing my fingers and toes that I get it.
Apparently I’ve become the person who puts #chia and #hemp seeds in my salad. #cravingaburger #thisiswhatmyfoodeats #healthy #lunch
Humiliation is going to visit an apartment advertised and not having any questions answered or even being acknowledged.
Humiliation is seeing all the other people who visited before me leave with application forms and being told that there is a 45$ fee to apply for the place and they don’t want to take everyone’s money.
Humiliation is being told that they’ll call me if another apartment in the building becomes available, without asking for my name or contact info, and trying to close the door on me.
Humiliation is fighting back tears all the way to my car while feeling so small and so insignificant.
The worst part, is that when I called my mom afterwards in all sorts of distress her reaction was: “Oh honey, you need to be a little stronger because this isn’t the last time that this will happen to you.”
The worst part is, I know that she’s right.
It’s 1C outside and terrasses are open. Outdoor brunch in winter jacket: done.