I'm a 23-year old Canadian student just trying to conquer fitness and health in this crazy, busy world. :)
A Journey to Health
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Lunch! Tofu bits and a cucumber salad with greek yogurt, green onion, garlic, and dill. Yum yum. I will also be having half a grapefruit.
Hope everyone is having a great weekend! :)
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So, I worked a night shift last night. I’ve been trying to figure out what the best times are to eat on days like this. I used to start off by not eating breakfast and going straight back to bed when I got home from work (and before this I ALWAYS ate breakfast). This obviously is not the healthiest way to do things. So this morning I came home and tried having a small breakfast. I mixed about half a cup of plain greek yogurt with berries, stevia, a tsp of peanut butter (cause who doesn’t like peanut butter?), and some cinnamon. It tasted like a dessert, yum! I then laid down for a nap, and woke up and made this wonderful masterpiece of a protein pancake. It is my first time trying this and I’ve got to say I’m super impressed. I mixed 1/2 cup of egg whites, 1 scoop of vanilla whey protein, 1 mashed banana, and cinnamon in a bowl and fried it like a pancake. It’s a little sweet, I think next time I’ll use less protein powder, but the tart strawberries mellows it down a little bit.
I am in heaven.
I also am trying to drink water with my coffee in the morning (or afternoon on days like today). Go me! And after I finish this massive pancake, I will be heading to the gym. The sun is shining and it is motivating me like no other.
On another note my boyfriend has decided to plan a double date with his work friend and his wife that I do not know. Dun dun dunnn. We will see how it goes. I don’t think I’m a fan of this. Wish me luck.
Have a wonderful day everyone! :)
‘Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.
J. K. Rowling
