Mar
04
Sticky: Don’t forget to retweet and keep coming up with names for the giveaway, thanks !
People were surprised at how honestly personal I was in my A Wee Bit of Personal Roar. But I’m going to knock it up a notch. As I said in that post, I’m at the worst weight I have ever been. I was a bit ‘chubby’ in highschool, but after wards when I had my job at the nearest mall I lost a lot of weight, I went down to a size six. I walked down and up hill about 45 minutes each way, almost every day, then stood on my feet for a minimum of three hours. I never ate fast food, at the most pizza or chinese food once a month, nor any pop.
That all changed when Kevin came around, my burger and pop intake went through the roof, plus chips and chocolate. I also finished BCIT and started a desk job, and my exercise level plummeted.
Before people can tell me ‘but you already look beautiful’. This is nothing about societies idea of a ‘thin women’ and nothing is pressuring me to be ’skinny’. That’s why I tried not to use the word ’skinny or weight loss’. This is about feeling good and I definitely don’t feel good. I’ve noticed definitely a loss of energy and my back has been a lot worse.
Starting from now, I’m on a fitness plan: no fast food, no pop – and I’m allowed one sweet thing a day. It’s not about losing weight, and being skinny. It’s about feeding muscle and having my body feel good. Since I know all of you will keep me to it :)
And since I’m putting it all out there, just so we know at the end of the six weeks this whole thing worked:
Weight: 140 to 150 pounds
Arm: 11.5 in.
Chest: 37 in.
Waist: 32.5 in.
Hips: 43 in.
Thigh: 23.5 in.
Mar
03
A furry four legged surprise that is. Flynn our adorable grey tabby monster that ruins my photos with his cute face (see below) will be getting a sister! That’s right, Kevin and I put a deposit down on an adorable calico kitty and we will get to take her home some time in March we believe. She has such beautiful markings and a cute little black spot on the side of her nose. Before a few people I know will comment about this *cough* parents *cough* – you need to grow love to be loved, no? ;)
Kevin asked me how come I crash peoples dreams with my ability to pick the most popular kitty out of the litter. Flynn was the most curious adorable kitty that everyone in the barn had a crush on. And our new kitty is the most spoilt out of her litter since everyone wants to pick her up and cuddle her.
So Cue the Giveaway
I’m having a naming contest, since I’m horrible at names and well Kevin … he wanted to call her ‘Flynnette’ *rolls eyes* men. Since I just recently had a breakdown and I know a few people have been feeling down recently as well, I thought it would be cool to giveaway a few items that make me feel good when I’m hiding away from the world.
Prize Include
- Sparkly Yellow Nailpolish: Seriously every time I put this stuff on, I just want to sing. It’s like my rose coloured glasses.
- Mini Eggs: My Easter chocolate addiction.
- Starbucks Card: Now where would I be without my little chai latte? And the card is from the olympics! ;)
Basically comment as much as you want with as many names as you want. Please be reasonable with the names, I already have someone at home coming up with weird ones and I’m not looking for ’spot or baby’ names. I’ll keep the contest open for the next two weeks. There are no limit to how many entries and you don’t have to have a blog to enter. So feel free to pass it on to your friends, family, colleagues etc :D
Kevin and I will select the winning name ironically on Flynn’s birthday – March 17th and let you all now. I’m looking forward to seeing what you all think of and can’t wait to bring her home to take lots of photographs :D
Mar
02
I really should be doing research but instead I’m sitting here playing random music to annoy Kevin while waiting to go out at 1:00. Instead I’m announcing a soon to come giveaway on the Heather Mulholland blog. Who needs to be at 100 posts or 100 comments, nor 100 twitter followers to have a giveaway. I’m having one because … *shifty eyes* … well I can’t exactly tell you now, since that would spoil the surprise. But just make sure your creative juices are flowing and anyone can enter even if they don’t have a blog.
And since a post isn’t a post without a photo, I think the best photo I have ever taken of Kevin.
I couldn’t decide if I liked the colour or black and white
Mar
01
Warning: This post is personal and long. I hope I don’t ramble and at least make some sense!
I’ve always had a plan – go to school for web design, get a job for a year before college to earn money, and after school get a job to gain experience. At Veratta Technologies I decided to try a different path. The cliché, ‘I’m young why should I stick with the same thing, try something new.’ Kevin and I sat down to plan – work at Veratta to keep a steady income, work on photography on the side, convince my work to allow me to work at home, therefore moving further away into my Dads’ basement for lower rent. Do this for a year, then with Kevin’s Mums’ help buy a house, a year after that buy a car, and hopefully somewhere in there my photography business would take off and I can work on it full time. Then I got a phone call at the end of October, and all my plans came crashing down. My income came to a halt, two adults and a cat left stranded. Instead of thinking for myself, my first thought was – how can I support my family now?
I am over experienced in a over worked web industry – the jobs I could get, companies want to hire students for low pay and the jobs that I could try for at the same salary, I was missing a few key elements I had to go back to school for. I’m lacking in equipment knowledge to get a photography intern/assistant job and to over qualified for a minimum wage job. My only route has been SEEDS, a self-employment program that I have had to jump through so many hoops for. To be only guaranteed in a week long ‘Phase 1’ with the government still getting a chance to crush my hopes.
People are excited that the Olympics are here, but how can I be excited for an event our government pays $800.00 on each volunteer uniform. The same government that told me I may not be accepted into the program because I don’t have enough funds. A program designed for people on employment insurance, paid through the government, to help them get back on track.
One of the things Kevin can’t understand about me, is how I deal with stress, he is cool as a cucumber and just rides it. Me – I’m emotional, how I react to situations is handled by feelings not by thought. If I want to be excited by an event, item, etc I need to share my excitement with someone else and have my enthusiasm bloom, while they get excited with me. If someone is feeling down, I get down with them and will do everything I can to make them feel better.
I’m in the worst shape of my life, doubling the pant size I was going into college. The worst mentally, the worst physically.
I’ve had to deal with many family issues; from hiding in my suite past 3:00 cringing at any noise from above incase I would get another lecture, to a ‘Mother-in-Law’ that doesn’t believe my or Kevin’s job is actually a ‘real job’ and having Kevin storm out of her house. To a boyfriend that has had no job for the past two years, has allowed me to pay off his debt to then rake it all up again. To not wanting to phone my mother after a panic attack so I wouldn’t seem weak to the last family member I seem to be on speaking terms with. On top of it all, not having any friends that live in Vancouver, so I can phone and say ‘Hey, I need a break lets go get something to eat and drink.’
It’s wonderful to have people to talk to, to rant to, and to have people think that I’m a lion. But I don’t feel strong, and I don’t have the release ranting should be having. The issues are just piling up. I have female problems, which I have to take birth control to control the pains I have regularly throughout the month. Unfortunately it does nothing for my mentality PMS brings.
I received the straw that broke the ‘lions back.’
I was invited by one of my Dad’s parents (he’s a teacher), to attend a business breakfast. All I knew was someone I never talked to before would be paying for my breakfast, it was sort of a business affair, I would have 60 seconds to introduce myself, my business and why I wanted referrals. I had to bring at least 40 business cards (which I don’t have) and I was going to be introduced to a local photographer. This happened to be on the same week I was working on Lizzie’s blog and getting extremely frustrated developing the most difficult site I have touched yet.
The day before – I’m worried about what to wear; I’ve gained weight so my ‘fancy’ clothes don’t fit so I decide to go out and look for something, instead I get depressed for 30 minutes in the fitting room since nothing fits and just look overall lumpy. I also go to Staples to buy card stock and ink. Fast forward to the evening – I’m designing a quick card on a ‘special program’ that works with Microsoft Word to align the cards to match with the perforated paper. I’m packing quickly, so I can spend the night at my Mums so we could get up at 6:00 to go to the place. The cards were looking hideous and the stock was feeling light. I’m trying to get the cards out of the perforated cuts and he takes it out of my hand and tries to do it himself, ‘because I wasn’t doing it the way the paper said to do.’ “Why do you have to be a control freak?” – The words were out of my mouth before I could hold them back. Then he just walks out.
The one person that has handled all my issues, my self doubts, my complaints throughout the day, just gave up. I broke. I went into a crying stress panic attack for the next 45 minutes and you know what he did? Just held me the entire time. I raved and jabbed him, but yet when I needed him the most, he looked past it all and was there when I needed him, without a thought about lecturing.
I’ve done everything up to this point for someone else, everything I seemed to do was to please someone, ‘What would so and so think or want of me if I did this.’ As I laid there in his arms that’s all that I could think of: what would my mum think if I was late, what would the business owners think if I couldn’t answer questions about my business, what would I say to the photographer, what happens if he thinks I’m stupid for not knowing about exposure or other details about a camera. Kevin must think I’m stupid right now hiccupping and getting puffy eyed with snot running down my nose. I cracked. I broke. I had the last straw. Now I’m lost, confused.
I did come away with something – do things that I want, do things that make me feel special. If I’m not ready to meet the world don’t let anyone force me to do it. Stop stressing about the day to day issues, if Kevin wants to sleep in to 10:00, whats the point of stressing over it, it’s his life. If I think I need to lose weight, then it’s only myself to blame if I take an extra cookie..or two. I’m important and I need to heal and If I don’t take care of myself above all, then I’m just going to break again.
I feel lost and broken, but the cracks will heal. This I’ll defend .. and roar!
Mar
01
I went into Starbucks this morning having an internal battle with my emotional and practical self – do I go for the Grande size Chai latte or be good and get a Tall.
Well just have to say thank you to the cute guy at the till. I got a Grande for the price of a Tall. Nice way to start off the week, but I’m sure in the long run my waistband won’t like it.
Hope your Monday started off as good as mine :)
