We lost a wonderful woman on Saturday.
Rest in peace Nanny, God bless and keep you safe.
xo
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A green smoothie (water, strawberry yogurt, frozen banana, fresh strawberries and a scoop of vanilla protein) annnnnnnnnnd a piece of cake.
Drinking enough water usually isn't really problematic for me, but during the winter months I am finding it a little more challenging to guzzle.
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Despite our home only being 2 years old, we've decided to have some additional cabinets added. Merely for my sanity.... and storage.
Reno's include: Taking down the hood fan and replacing it with a microwave/hood fan (this will free up the cabinet across from the stove) adding doors to the cabinet where the microwave currently is, adding a panty, adding a broom closet, a desk, and 4-5 extra cabinets on the top.
By simply swapping out my delicious, yet expensive, Starbucks Americano Mistos and replacing them with either (disgusting) Tim's or making it at home via my Keurig the savings are astronomical.Greetings from the beautiful Pillar and Post in Niagara-on-the-Lake. I know, I know… blogging on a get-away is lameo, but I actually have time to sit and write without distraction.
I want to thank you all so much for all your support via tweets, emails and blog comments in regards to my RPM audition on Saturday. I’ve had a few requests for scoop on how it went and what was involved, so here it goes.
Let me rewind to the week of January 2-6th. I pretty much lived on the spin bike. I attended a class each day, and even 2 classes on the 3rd. I wouldn’t necessarily “give’r” but I’d try to focus on certain things: keeping my shoulders down, arms loose, foot position, keeping on the beat, arm position on the handle bars, etc. I tend to go balls to the wall during RPM, making form the last thing I think about. The spin room at my club also doesn’t have any mirrors which makes it difficult to see if you look ridiculous.
Anyways, my emotions were all over the place. After one class in particular, I was certain I wasn’t ready. I was gasping for breath, and I was doubting my fitness level for the first time in my life. That sounded completely cocky. But, if I’m anything in this world - I know that I’m fit. I find that RPM is one of those classes that no matter how many times you attend, it just doesn’t get easier.
After a wicked class on Friday night, I knew I was ready. In fact, I was even confident that I was going to succeed at this. I felt strong.
….that is until I walked into the gym on Saturday morning to see the biggest line I’ve ever seen in my life.
I had no idea that many people were spin enthusiasts!
The administrative process was relatively simple: Deliver your CV, get your head shot taken (I kept blinking, I think he had to take 5 pictures…idiot Amy) and then you were given an assessment sheet for the movement audition.
All riders went into the spin room for a info session, and then we all had to get up in front of the room and say our name and something interesting about ourselves.
Now for those of you who know me in real life you can attest, I am not shy. I am not afraid of public speaking. I got up there and my voice felt a little shaky, very strange for me! My interesting fact? I spin because I’m a little accident prone on road bikes. Spin bikes don’t move!
After that, half of the candidates left while the first 31 of us did the ‘movement audition’ which was 6 RPM tracks. We were each assigned an assessor who would then evaluate each track for things like form, foot position, staying on the beat, etc etc etc.
There was also a man that walked around and video taped us. I found this to be the most awkward part. I wasn’t sure if I should look at the instructor or look in the camera. I just chose to pretend the camera wasn’t there. Worked for me.
You know what the best part was? Despite the fact that it was an audition, the movement audition was SO FUN! Spinning with 30 other enthusiastic people made the energy-level in the room phenomenal. Everyone was letting out ‘woo-hoos’ and signing the lyrics. I smiled the whole time, despite having sweat come out of every pore. I was able to forget that I was being assessed and just had fun!
I’ve had a couple of days to reflect (read: obsess) over this, and it became apparent that I really want this. I never realized how much, until it became very obvious that the chances of being accepted really aren’t in my favour. 63 people for 12-14 positions. Those are some scary odds.
I want this. I want it badly. I’m just going to continue to think positively.
I’ll find out in about 2 weeks. That’s so long!
Thanks again for your support. You’re the best.
Enough RPM talk for now. There is wine to be drank, and shopping to be executed in the USA.
Side note: Is it weird that we’re driving back home on the US side mainly so I can buy Chobani and shop at the Nine West Outlet?
I don’t think so either.
Fact: My dog is photogenic.
Fact#2: It dosn’t come without a struggle.
Christmas Day seems like the perfect day for a photo-shoot, right?
The weather was beautiful, there was freshly fallen snow. I managed to get a couple great shots you’ll see at the end but it was all the outtakes that really made me laugh! She is such a dork!
Money shot #1
Money shot #2
The key to happy Jersey faces? Holding a stick up in the air.
I love that dog to bits.
The blogosphere will most likely be filled with inspiration today. You’re going to read about resolutions and goals for 2012.
I’m not sure you’ll find that here today, because as much as I love you guys, I’m writing this post for me.
2011 was an interesting year in terms of health and fitness. My shoulder injury really through me off course. The good thing that came out of it? I didn’t gain a bajillion pounds because I was focussing on what I was eating. I lost weight as a result.
But you know what else? I quasi reverted back into my OCD/WW eating ways. Food guilt will always be a part of me. Always. No matter how ‘real’ the food is, no matter how much I workout… I will always struggle with this.
I have an addictive personality. I’m an “all or nothing” kinda girl. While I worked out just about every day during the holidays, I spent the most part of it focussing on the “nothing” side of nutrition. Cookies, chips, squares, peanut butter balls. You name it, I ate it. This is not healthy. Not only is it healthy for me physically, I fear it’s more unhealthy for me mentally more than anything else.
Like every slip-up, I’ll get back on track and start to feel a little more human after a couple of days. I know this. You know this.
Because it’s the start of a new year, I can’t help but think about where I was on New Years 2003. I made it my resolution to lose weight and joined Weight Watchers. I was one of the January-Joiners that I curse for the first 3 weeks of January.
While Weight Watchers helped me lose a ton of weight, I also blame it for making me so obsessed with food. Yes, tracking is important for success… but it also helped me become completely obsessed with every piece of food that went into my mouth. I’m sure, in fact I’m positive I’m not alone with these thoughts.
On the flip side, you know that I thought was kinda cool? I beat the statistics. I was a January joiner, and I can honestly say that for the last 7 years I have been to the gym at least 5 times a week. I definitely make good use of that membership!
With all my ups and downs, smiles, tears, wins and losses, regardless of what the scale says or if I ate 4953 cookies I’m definitely in a much better place than I was in 2003. And for that I am thankful.
Wishing you a Healthy and Happy 2012.
xo