It's a brutally cold here in Alberta and it sucks. For heaven's sake it's only November! If we have to go through five more months of -20s and snow storms I'm going to go bonkers. My plan was to keep running outdoors until it dropped to these very temperatures. Now that we're there it just plain sucks!! Heck, even for the -10s I'm not prepared, I thought I had more time!! I need grips for my shoes, a balaclava, a winter jacket, better hat....sigh. Guess I'm relegated to the gym now.
So what else has been happening? Not much. Lots of work, some working out, hanging with friends, and ongoing disappointment with eHarmony. Yea, I joined an online dating site and it isn't going all that well. I'm not sure what I'm doing wrong but so far only one man has initiated any contact. And before you say anything I sent emails to more than a few men with no replies. Is it my profile? Is it my pictures? I don't know but I'm thinking it's money ill spent. At least I tried something new!
Anyway, the one man who emailed me seems interesting enough but he uses poor grammar and you have no idea how that drives me nuts. Yes, I know we all make mistakes (I likely made a few here) but this is just bad. I should never compare my quirks to others but you'd think he'd spell check before sending a note. Maybe it's just me.
Here's the shallow side of me coming out...what will win this guy bonus points is that he's English, a lawyer and has a dog. If I had a check list, which I don't, I'm sure those items would be on it!! Sucky part is he lives three hours away but given where I live I don't have much of a choice do I? I'm interested anyway, which says a lot because I'm often not (defense mechanism).
Part of me still fancies a certain palaeontologist though...
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Lift Like a Man, Look Like a Goddess
How ridiculous is that statement? Shouldn't I start a workout program with a positive, healthy image of myself? Wouldn't it make more sense for me to feel good about who I am so I have strength to face the testosterone filled weight room in my gym? Frankly, shouldn't I already consider myself a goddess? And you know what? I think I already do to be honest.
I'm not a size 6, hell I'm not even a size 12. My clothing ranges from a size 14 to 16 depending on the day (or rather the week leading up to that day). And though I have moments of self-doubt, self-loathing, and every other kind of self-depreciating emotion, I kind of think I'm beautiful. In fact, if we were to compare myself to any of the ancient goddesses I'd be right up there with Athena, Venus, Freya, Aphrodite, etc., etc. Yes, I am curvy but I think I look pretty good. And as I get more fit I believe others are coming around to my way of thinking.
But to get back to the weight lifting book I'm reading that is touting the "Lift Like a Man..." line. It's called The New Rules of Weight Lifting for Women and it seems okay. I'm not one to run out and try every diet. AH! Actually, I find the thought of any diet (restrictive diet that is) kind of silly. If I was to cut out every carb or sugar from my daily life forever I would be so nasty that my friends would hold me down and force feed me a slice of white bread within a week. This kind of lifestyle is not for me...I know it isn't so why would I try if I know I'm going to fail.
Alright, I know someone out there is saying "well with that defeatist attitude why do anything at all.: well Mr. or Mrs. Smartypants if you care to read on I'm actually looking for a way to find balance in my life. I'm not a junk food freak and I can't remember the last time I went through a drive-through--not my thing. But every so often, and probably too often, I binge. I'm a binger. I'm not a purger though and that, in my mind, means I only have to fight half that battle. If I binged and purged then there are bigger issues. At least this way I only have to tackle one of the two issues.
The next rational question is then, why do I binge? I had a great childhood and my family loves me. I wasn't abused, or forgotten, or neglected. I have many friends who love me and would drop everything to help me (this speaks to quality of life which we'll talk about another time). So what is the root of this evil? Easy, peasy...I'm alone and bored. I'm a bored eater. I graze when I am home alone with nothing to do.
Okay, I've identified the cause, now fix it! Not so easy but this blog is part of my strategy...so too is canceling my cable (this option also helps solve my financial problem...again, probably a topic for a future blog). I'm taking little steps to keep my mind and my hands busy in the evenings. All I can do is one thing at a time and hopefully I'll find something that works.
Bugger...I just realized I went on some sort of defensive rant and didn't talk about the weight lifting book I mentioned earlier. Perhaps I'll safe that for tomorrow night...
I'm not a size 6, hell I'm not even a size 12. My clothing ranges from a size 14 to 16 depending on the day (or rather the week leading up to that day). And though I have moments of self-doubt, self-loathing, and every other kind of self-depreciating emotion, I kind of think I'm beautiful. In fact, if we were to compare myself to any of the ancient goddesses I'd be right up there with Athena, Venus, Freya, Aphrodite, etc., etc. Yes, I am curvy but I think I look pretty good. And as I get more fit I believe others are coming around to my way of thinking.
But to get back to the weight lifting book I'm reading that is touting the "Lift Like a Man..." line. It's called The New Rules of Weight Lifting for Women and it seems okay. I'm not one to run out and try every diet. AH! Actually, I find the thought of any diet (restrictive diet that is) kind of silly. If I was to cut out every carb or sugar from my daily life forever I would be so nasty that my friends would hold me down and force feed me a slice of white bread within a week. This kind of lifestyle is not for me...I know it isn't so why would I try if I know I'm going to fail.
Alright, I know someone out there is saying "well with that defeatist attitude why do anything at all.: well Mr. or Mrs. Smartypants if you care to read on I'm actually looking for a way to find balance in my life. I'm not a junk food freak and I can't remember the last time I went through a drive-through--not my thing. But every so often, and probably too often, I binge. I'm a binger. I'm not a purger though and that, in my mind, means I only have to fight half that battle. If I binged and purged then there are bigger issues. At least this way I only have to tackle one of the two issues.
The next rational question is then, why do I binge? I had a great childhood and my family loves me. I wasn't abused, or forgotten, or neglected. I have many friends who love me and would drop everything to help me (this speaks to quality of life which we'll talk about another time). So what is the root of this evil? Easy, peasy...I'm alone and bored. I'm a bored eater. I graze when I am home alone with nothing to do.
Okay, I've identified the cause, now fix it! Not so easy but this blog is part of my strategy...so too is canceling my cable (this option also helps solve my financial problem...again, probably a topic for a future blog). I'm taking little steps to keep my mind and my hands busy in the evenings. All I can do is one thing at a time and hopefully I'll find something that works.
Bugger...I just realized I went on some sort of defensive rant and didn't talk about the weight lifting book I mentioned earlier. Perhaps I'll safe that for tomorrow night...
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Musing's of a Curly Haired Singelton
I've tried this before...this blog thing. And I go strong for a few entries but end up getting bored or suffering from writer's block within a couple of months. But there's no harm in trying again is there?
So what's the difference this time? What makes me think I can keep the blog alive this go around? I don't know but frankly, I've been feeling the need to write/type my thoughts down for a while and though I can always go the old fashion route and use a traditional journal handwritting everything (using one of the dozen of half-empty journals laying around my apartment), where is the fun in that? I don't look nearly as obnoxious writing in a plain black leather journal as I do typing frantically on my fancy little MacBook with a latte beside me. Why pay a couple thousand for this gadget if I don't get to annoy people? Psha. Seriously people?
And what, pray tell, will I bore random readers with (because I sure don't think I'll be sharing this with any of my friends or colleagues)? Oh you know, the usual stuff like:
Ohh...the new Sherlock Holmes is on PBS tonight...luverly...
So what's the difference this time? What makes me think I can keep the blog alive this go around? I don't know but frankly, I've been feeling the need to write/type my thoughts down for a while and though I can always go the old fashion route and use a traditional journal handwritting everything (using one of the dozen of half-empty journals laying around my apartment), where is the fun in that? I don't look nearly as obnoxious writing in a plain black leather journal as I do typing frantically on my fancy little MacBook with a latte beside me. Why pay a couple thousand for this gadget if I don't get to annoy people? Psha. Seriously people?
And what, pray tell, will I bore random readers with (because I sure don't think I'll be sharing this with any of my friends or colleagues)? Oh you know, the usual stuff like:
- My poor attempts at training for the St. John's Tele-Ten (a ten mile race)
- A few rants on my weight training (Train like a man, look like a goddess...who doesn't love that title?)
- The typical weight loss stuff
- My pathetic little love live which is sadly starting to resemble a sitcom
- And general musings on life, work, friendship, blah, blah, blah
Ohh...the new Sherlock Holmes is on PBS tonight...luverly...
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