I can’t believe it’s February already – January flew by and Chicago treated us to a somewhat mild month (compared to previous January averages). This means that sticking to my resolutions of treating my body with kindness through regular exercise and nutritious food was a lot easier. While most of my running happened on the treadmill, I was lucky enough to get outdoors a couple of times in milder (see: foggy) weather to train. And it felt so. damn. good…
It’s hitting around that time of year when we start each day with a mental count down to spring. J has started stating every time there’s a cold wind or ice on the sidewalk “we’re almost to summer now.” While that may be optimistic, I’m hanging on to the remaining cool days, remember when the summer heat was too hot to walk outside unless it was between patios and drink specials. I’ve never really loved the heat, coming from Canada’s East Coast, I grew accustomed to wet, moderate summers where we enjoyed the rare days above 30°C but much preferred when the evenings cooled down and we bundled up around the campfire…
Have you ever thought you were one type of person only to discover you’re the polar opposite? I’ll give an example, two years ago my now-husband and I planned a one month backpacking trip through Germany, Austria and Italy. We peppered our itinerary with must-see landmarks, hidden gem restaurants, budget hostels and five-star hotels (for the odd treat). During the six-month planning phase, I perused Pinterest about how to pack a 50L backpack, googled tips for hostel-dwellers and Instagram creeped the crap out of wanderlust accounts…
For the better part of my life I’ve tried to lose weight – from when I was in grade four and the class bully asked me if I was pregnant, to literally four months ago when I was down to the crunch of fitting into my wedding dress. I have tried it all: fad diets, weight loss programs, cutting out dairy and wheat, 30 day challenges – until I just didn’t anymore. After our wedding reception, I had grown weary of counting every step on my Fitbit and tracking every morsel of food that entered my mouth (except wine – wine doesn’t count, right?)…
2016 – wow, what a year. And I’m not saying that while reflecting on what happened across the globe in 2016. I am just reflecting on my own, little space. I got married to one of the best people in my world; traveled to Spain, Portugal and Morocco with my crazy family; I lived in the same province as my best friend for the first time in nine years…
Krista Thurrott 