Year: 2013

Goodbye. Hello.

It’s the end of 2013 and that time of year when FB and Instagram becomes populated with everyone’s photo-collages and year in review of statuses; when everyone publicly lists their year’s worth of life’s milestones while ending with some variation of a statement about how they “can’t wait to see what the new year holds in store.” It’s also that time when everyone reposts one or more of the 5 million articles written by someone giving their “best advice” on what to/not to do in setting new years resolutions. I won’t lie. I’m tempted to write such a list and make such a photo-collage because I’ve definitely done some things I’m very proud of and hit some important milestones. But I’ll resist, at least for now, and attempt to do some more inward reflection–something that’s often lacking in our outwardly expressive generation. I will, however, give an update on this month’s personal challenge. I stuck to my plan of doing the same number of reps each day as the (date x 10). I did pushups …

December Challenge

Anyone following my blog must know by now that I love to give myself short-term personal challenges. They’re usually around fitness and nutrition, but sometimes they’re creative too. I like doing this, it gives you something to focus on outside of stressing over work or school, or sitting on the couch watching television. Finishing them means you get to celebrate personal victories more often–which is nice, especially since most personal victories are long drawn out processes that can cause you to lose motivation periodically (i.e. finishing a degree, getting a promotion, etc.) This month’s challenge is a fitness challenge, which I’m already in the middle of. I always tell myself I wanted to have more upper body strength, and what better way than push ups. Most people do not, or cannot, do push ups–CORRECTLY. Especially women!! I mean there are, of course, a multitude of variations on the push up (wide-arm, diamond, elbows out, elbows in, dive bombers, one-armed…), but most of us aren’t doing any of them. My formula for the month is: the …

13 Day Diet: Results

This post should have come a couple days ago, but between baking non-stop and my computer getting fried from spilling my pho, it got delayed. And writing a post on a tablet is just really not ideal, but oh well. I actually ended my diet a day early, so 12 day diet instead of 13. Although the directions say its supposed to be done for the exact specified time with hints that it won’t work properly otherwise. But hey, poboy fest was calling my name. I weighed myself sunday morning and my final weigh-in was 163: ten pound weight loss. I attempted to resume normal eating, and was anxious to do so, but I really had no appetite for “regular” food. But I will say I was happy to be able to put a bit of sugar and milk in my coffee. In retrospect, I probably could’ve skipped poboy fest. I ate one and was full. I tried to eat some crawfish and crab mac n cheese, and even with just the half portion, I …

13 day diet, 7 days in

I’ve magically made it to the halfway point of this 13 day diet adventure. I won’t lie. Every single day of this diet I’ve wanted to quit and go in my kitchen and cook until there’s nothing left in my pantry but empty containers. And the weekend was worse, not because there were any particular plans I had to miss out on, but because the onslaught of Christmas movies just makes me want to bake cookies and drink hot chocolate. But here it is, day 7, and there are fewer days left than I’ve completed. What I already knew, was that I’m an emotional eater. I eat for comfort, I treat myself to nice foods when I’ve accomplished something, I have a nice glass of wine to relax, and I cook in general to kill time. Now that I can do none of those things, it’s becoming even more apparent how much I rely on food and cooking and I’m having to find other ways to deal with boredom, stress, and anxiety. 13 days isn’t …

The Return to Real Life

I’ve been pretty absent from my blog–my last post being almost 2 months ago. But I’ve found little motivation to post anything despite the multitude of new recipes I’ve tried and photographed, as well as the interesting encounters I’ve had over this time period. The fun in “funemployment” was fizzling out and becoming more frustrating than anything else. I was tired of looking at the walls in my apartment. So I went home for a few weeks, hung out with my parents, helped them around the house, and thankfully, that phone call I’ve been waiting for with a job offer, finally came. Now I’m back in New Orleans, first week at the job, trying to get adjusted to having a regular schedule. The time change and this cold snap isn’t helping any, nor are the impending cluster of holidays, which inevitably makes trying to find my place within academia even more complicated because school’s about to be out. I take it one day at a time, navigating in this newness. But I can’t complain, it’s …