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Just Checking In

It’s been so long since I last posted that I felt compelled to let you know I am in fact still here. Sort of. I am on hiatus in vacation mode, heading off for some spa treatments, water sliding and camping. It’s quite the mix! I hope everyone is experiencing a great summer and I will post sooner than later.



Thoughts on Body Image

For no other reason than being random, I wanted to take a moment to share how I’m feeling about the topic of body image these days: 

Generally, I make a conscious effort not to mention how I feel about my body to others; let me confess,  ‘it’s complicated’. During my 42 years here on this earth, I have been held captive by my fluctuating sense of body image for at least 32 of them.  Excuse me while I take a moment to mourn the time I’ve lost thinking about how my weight, height and shape defines me.  It’s like a merry-go-round. What I wouldn’t give to get off.

How I see myself is my business, or is it? Doesn’t my personal sense of body image affect how other people view me, themselves and others? Thinking of the people who are near and dear to my heart, I’ve ripped them off somewhat.  I haven’t been 100% ‘present’ in our experiences together because there’s a part of me that’s distracted with my sense of body image. Cases in point:

  • Getting ready to go out for dinner and changing a few times over because I ‘look fat in that dress’ followed by asking my husband and son how I look (followed by telling them they don’t know what they’re talking about);
  • Chastising myself for eating something ‘bad’ and proceeding to ruminate about all the exercising I will need to do in order to rid myself of the potential consequences;
  • Feeling awkward in social settings when I am feeling less than stellar about how I look.
  • Letting my body image even be a part of how I define myself.

What do these actions tell the people I love?

  • I don’t trust their opinions;
  • They should be worrying about their body image and everyone else’s for that matter;
  • Who I am depends on the way I look;
  • The time we spend together isn’t enough to fulfil me.

I’m sad that I’ve wasted so much time.  I’m worried my actions have impacted how my son views himself and others. I’m confused because I don’t agree with using body image as a source of judgement but then use it to self judge.  Frankly, I’m rather exhausted of the whole idea that body image is even part of what defines me or anyone else. Of course, I think overall health includes exercise and healthy eating but I need that mental picture I have to move beyond the physical and include way more focus on soul.

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Now, go outside and play with all abandon

Power or Wind?

Lately, the weather has been sunny and warm around here. This means I’ve been power walking around town during my lunch breaks. Today was a bit different because when I looked outside to check the state of the weather, all I could see were three gigantic masts. Obviously, being the snoop that I am, I investigated the situation:


This is the Athena-the largest privately owned yacht in the world. WOW

Docked beside her was this fabulous diva:


This is the Zenith luxury super yacht. Not too shabby either. 

Which do you prefer, darling? How about we meet on the dock after work and we can decide which one to take then.

Monday (evening) memoirs

Hope you all had a great Monday!

My poor husband came home early this afternoon to find our new area rug COVERED IN CRAP. Seems one of our shitzu’s got into something that didn’t agree with him. I would complain more but I wasn’t the one who cleaned it up, unless of course you count pointing out the spots he missed with the carpet cleaner. Apparently, he didn’t need my help after all.

Apart from being extremely thankful for a dog crap carpet cleaning husband (if it was me that had arrived home first, he would have been a wife barf, dog crap carpet cleaning husband) here are a couple of other things I am thankful for:

Tea parties. Every year, the City I live in hosts a weekend long ‘tea party’. It’s down by the beach, has a midway and serves tea in addition to all the typical fair food (i.e. mini donuts and smokies). There is also an air show that includes a demonstration by the Coast Guard:

coast guard heli

This helicopter took off from the beach and so began the picking of sand out of my teeth, hair, eyes…how the heck does sand manage to get into certain unmentionable places? 

kamikaze ride

Just watching this ride is enough to make me dizzy!  Way too terrifying for me. 

ferris wheel

This is way more my style. It’s such a classic. 

Perseverance. My son spent the weekend  trying to showcase how ‘mature’ he is in an effort to get me to agree he could buy an air gun. I told him I’d ‘think about it’ and then proceeded to bask in the glow of his efforts. The bathroom was cleaned, laundry was folded, dogs were walked and cheery attitude was presented. Frankly, this is just too good to give up right now and so I am still having to continue ‘to think about it’. I’m not entirely sure how long it will last but I suspect I’m running out of time.

In the meantime, I’ve hinted that even if I was to agree I would not be interested in buying it for him. This has led him down a new path-hunting for his first job. He proceeded to go around the City to various businesses asking whether they hire teenagers and whether he should drop a resume off or fill out an application. Some places responded with a big fat (and rather rude) NO. Others said he had to wait until he got another year older. Just when his heart started to sink, the last place he went to told him to bring in a resume! It was just the boost he needed and I’m so proud he put his little self out there. Fingers crossed that he’ll find his first job and that it will be a good fit for the summer!

What was your first job?

Wine for the Weekend

This week felt ‘superunbelievableomgwillthiseverendarewethereyetpleasebetimetogohome’ long!

I have been feeling restless for what seems like a lifetime even though it’s only been a couple of months; like rushing through things or thinking way too far ahead of myself as opposed to just being in the moment. This rather unfortunate situation is known to cause anxiety and stress.

For some reason, this makes me think back to when we lived in a small Northern British Columbia town.  There was a mudslide and the town got cut off from the world for a split second (aka, a few days). People were flying through the grocery store stockpiling milk and toilet paper of all things. Heaven help us if we ran out! How insane is that? At the time though, everyone was just on autopilot; worried about their future ability to drink out of cartons of expired milk and wipe their asses.

It’s not like I even noticed I was doing it (getting ahead of myself, that is) until I started not doing it. The light bulb has gone off and I realise now that it’s going to be O.K. because there’s always powdered milk and leaves (just like camping!).

Does this make any sense at all? I feel like it doesn’t and NO I haven’t been drinking. Having said that, I will share with you what I drank last weekend:


$14 Cdn

I am usually a red wine drinker but sometimes it’s nice to switch it up. This is especially true when the weather has been decent and I’ve been in the garden all day. I like white wine when it is really super frosty cold. This is nice and crisp and a little on the sweeter side. Quite nice!