Pick a maximum of 3 non-negotiable criterion for your coat. I chose 1) either red or blue, but preferably red, 2) Can’t have that buttons to the side style because my old coat was like that and I’m bored with that look and 3) under $100 but if I really love it, then a stretch budget of $150.
Everything else was up in the air. If the coat wasn’t red or blue, I didn’t look at it, if it was the same style as my old coat, I didn’t look at it, and if it was over $150 – I didn’t look at it (okay, so I did accidentally try on a $325 coat and fell in love with it and then it broke my heart because I didn’t want to break my rule and buy it, but it taught me my lesson and I looked at the price tag before trying others on). Continue reading
I was in the car going home and I tiredly remarked, “When will life become something steady?”
Within an hour or so, the feeling passed. I didn’t sign up for a safe life. I’ve always done things things a bit..differently? weirdly? I don’t always do things people agree with. Actually, I can usually be found doing something a host of people don’t agree with.
I was 18 years old and I remember going home from university to find out I had been the talk of town. Somehow I had become notorious in the small tight knit desi (South Asian) community of Fort McMurray because someone saw me hanging out with a boy – nevermind that he was my partner for philosophy class and we were working on a project. I was the talk of parties and the gossip behind my back became so far flung it was nothing like the truth. Continue reading
It’s crazy to think this is my fourth year choosing one little word for the year (here’s where I got the idea from). Action, rise, win, and now comes the fourth. Last year was about winning. It was about victories, more specifically, internal victories. As Stephen Covey would say, the change starts from within. So when you win within, you win without. Continue reading
I was introduced to resistance/strength training in grade 9 by the fantastic Mrs. Haswell at The Woodlands School. We used free weights but a lot of our strength training revolved around machines. I distinctly remember hating the pec deck but also wanting to use it as much as possible because I hated how weak it made me feel. I don’t remember how much stronger I got because we didn’t really measure, it was just a general introduction. But I felt comfortable with the machines and felt very cool doing bicep curls with the dumbbells. :D
After that, strength training didn’t really factor into my life. I gravitate towards dance and general have-active-fun type of activities. In Alberta, high school doesn’t start until grade 10, so in grade 12, we discovered I couldn’t graduate because I didn’t have the one physical education class, it was arranged that I would take it in summer school after grade 12, and so I did graduate. I’ve loved gym class ever since I can remember. Now I was in summer school gym, which meant that the whole day was basically a day of lots of fun. We biked, played basketball, soccer, tennis, went camping for a few days, and did all sorts of fun stuff. It was a blast. We also went to the local YMCA for some strength training here and there.
There I learned how to figure out how much weight you should be lifting in the machines, what training to failure meant (and the pros and cons of such training), and discovered that I don’t really like the treadmill (the elliptical is just more interesting). During university, I think I set foot in the university gym all of once. Or maybe twice. (The University of Alberta gym at the time royally sucked. I’ve since heard it has undergone renovations and is pretty great now!)
After my surgery and the weird side effects of weight gain plus a bunch of weight gain that was my own emotional-eating doing, I started to pay more attention to my health. Some of it had to do with the fact that I would like to fit into my own clothes again and some of it had to do with the medical stuff I underwent. I just couldn’t take my health for granted anymore. Continue reading
I’m tired of googling people and not finding anything except an inactive Twitter account and a private Instagram feed. Let me say this straight up, guys:
The Internet is not a separate world from Real Life, it is an extension of the same reality, the same life and world you inhabit ‘offline’.
Offline. What does that mean, anyway? Unless you’re in a Mennonite village (full disclosure: I’ve never been to one) without electricity, the world you live in is never offline. Every time you ‘unplug’, you’re still plugged in because the world you live in is plugged in.
If I Google you and find nothing, I take that as a not-so-great sign. If I Google you and find inactive accounts or stupid shit, then I think you’re an idiot without regard for how the world sees you. Continue reading