What is it about February that makes me want to eat only chocolate and bread, pasta and crackers? I crave carbs like crazy, along with sweets. I have started to log my food every day, and as soon as February hit I ate 6 snacks a day instead of 3. Why?? I didn’t even realize I was doing it until I had to sit down every night and write it all in. I think it is that storing up for the cold, dreary month ahead vibe that hibernating animals get. Thank goodness gluten free bread is expensive and not as…
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I see a lot of articles lately on teaching yourself, or your children, to reach a “lasting calm” that “never” fades. Teach your children and tell your friends, folks! You will only have one emotion until the end of time! Fabulous, correct? No. There are so many articles about this that I am starting to get a little affected by them. It’s not right. People who are always trying to achieve a “lasting calm”, even during their most stressful times, are doing themselves a disservice, I think. They come back from yoga or a meditation retreat feeling “blissful” or “enlightened”,…
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When I tell people I want to be a writer, they scoff and then ask what I REALLY want to be. But that’s all that I love. Anything with words. My children now being in school in the morning means I have a scant two hours to get some writing down, or at least some creative brainstorming. I try to regularly update this blog and I contribute to any site that will publish my work. But lately, I have hit a wall. I can’t seem to get anything down. As soon as I sit down, all I can think of…
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eight years ago. pasta and potatoes at every meal empty pockets; only food that fit my budget. in a new city, needing a rebirth, living out of my suitcase, on the wrong side of the tracks. early mornings, up to catch the train. i watched drug deals happen and turned my face against the icy Spring wind that was trying to freeze me; wondering what I was thinking. <3 hustling on the phone to pay my rent, pay my debts. convinced by the eclectic crowd to grow to love the city, to learn to love the night life. the introvert…
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My daughter LOVES (with a capital LOVES) animals. She begged me for a pet for quite awhile. We already have two cats, so it would have to be something small and something my landlord would approve of. I considered a hedgehog but there were several factors that didn’t work for that. The landlord may not approve, the cage would be too heavy, the cats may not be okay with it, the kids may be too loud around it and it was expensive to initially set up. Plus, the care may be too much for a 7 year old, which means…
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My husband and I have a “puke-worthy cute” (we’ve been told) relationship. We always kiss each other goodbye, text each other during the day to check in (“How’s your day going gorgeous?”) and hug each other randomly during the day. We ask how the other one is doing, share a laugh, and help each other cook meals. We have a solid friendship and we have worked hard to get here, in a way, and in other ways it was just a chemical attraction that clicked something inside of us and made us irresistible to the other person. I think it…
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A little while ago, I was reading one of my favourite blogs, MindBodyGreen, and answered an open call to tell a story about struggles having kids or in the first year. I answered, with the intention to just offer sympathy to these women who are trying and can’t have kids, but ended up telling my own story. I was honoured when they wanted to publish it. My story was about surviving postpartum depression. I think every woman has a bit of depression after having a baby. This is bad enough itself and women don’t often offer up that they are…
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Well, everyone I have talked to has a crazy busy week. Did we all put off tasks until after Thanksgiving? (Hi, Fellow Canadians!) For me, it is just how the week stacked up. I have a million appointments, volunteering at my son’s school all week, a bunch of shopping to do, a birthday party to shop for, laundry to do and I am committed to finishing all of my Kayla Itsine’s Bikini Body workouts this week. I have talked to so many women today that have the same packed schedule as I do. I am going to have to put…
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I used to dread October. I saw it as the end of everything. October seemed like September’s dirge song. (Is dirge song a repetitive statement?) On top of that, I was always broke in October, so the planning for Halloween festivities depressed me. Every twenty year old knows that Halloween costumes aren’t free, and going out that night is going to cost you at least $100. Depressing. I was never big on Halloween anyway. I never got excited about planning a costume. My father did. Oh man, he would orchestrate the most elaborate costumes and try to get me excited…
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Being a stay-at-home mom is a job. Actually, it is many jobs. Without breaks. Or bonuses. It is the hardest job I have ever done, and I have had 3 jobs at once. So why do I feel so guilty? I think the image I found above is fairly accurate. (Thank you, internet.) Except in the last picture have her doing the laundry while booking appointments on the phone, drinking cold coffee, and filling out school forms on the computer…. at the same time as burning lunch and pulling on her jacket to go get her kindergartner…..and it’s what…