So I had a rough three weeks. Three weeks that involved eating lots of sugar, skipping out on kickboxing and generally indulging myself to the point where I felt icky. Icky because I felt like I got way too comfortable. But I’ve managed to get back on the wagon. The Fitbit is back on, every exercise and morsel of food is being logged in my fitness pal, and I’m back to working out regularly.
I also came to a very surprise realization. I don’t hate running or the treadmill. Continue reading
I’ve always been the eternal pessimist. I’ve always lived life expecting the worst so that when things don’t go my way I’m never disappointed. For the first time in a long time I feel hopeful for the future, and it’s simultaneously refreshing and terrifying.
I’ve met someone new. His name is Geordie and he’s phenomenal. We have so many similarities, it’s uncanny, and every moment I spend with him, whether it’s quoting SNL episodes or just sitting in content silence is perfect. I’ve got this huge fear of liking him too much. I’m always afraid of wanting something too much, but this time I feel the my inner optimist wanting to break free. I like everything about him, and I like where this whole thing is going.
Aside from that I’m moving to a new place on the ever so trendy Commercial Drive. My rent is more than double, but it’s walking distance to work, closer to the new man friend, closer to where the action is, and has a one in a million view of the mountains. I love Vancouver, and I’m so happy that the strange and weird road I’ve been on the past few years has led me to this city. The cost of living there is going to be completely worth the change in quality of life.