The last half of January.

One month in and I’ve already seem to hit a wall. At least here. I have near 24 hour access to a device that allows me to type and create content, and equally simple access to internet to actually publish. Writing for me is hard. Not so much the actual process of putting my thoughts to paper, but actually taking what I’m writing, and rearranging it in a way that makes sense to the end user. I find I type a lot like I speak: It makes so much sense as I’m pressing the keys, but then I look up, slow down, and realize half of what I just typed out makes no sense.

So what am I getting at? Thanks to my laziness I have to summarize 2 weeks in to one post. Fine by me! Last I left you, I was 11 days in to the race to 100 days of active lifestyle. The week after my update was pretty much a write off. I felt guilty more than I should have. Actually I retract that. I deserve every moment of guilt, since I chose for the next week to essentially have fun away from the gym. At the least, I was able to stick to a general meal plan.

The 21st rolled around, mid week, a Thursday, but a day off for me. I left the Through sheer luck, I managed to secure two tickets to see one of my recent favourite bands: Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats preform a live set at the Peak Lounge (Peak 102.7FM). I picked my buddy up an hour and a half before the show, as I was on a mission to find their album on vinyl. I had seen it earlier in the week, but neglected to pick it up. I had no luck, which I assume, was due to their sold out show later that night. Frazzeled and slightly let down, we headed to the lounge. While there, out of the blue (inside pun, since they both have blue hair) I got a tap on my shoulder. I moved out of the way, since I assumed me being so tall was blocking someones line of sight. I turned around to see my friends Sarah and Joey, who I met, back on March 14, of last year. After we enjoyed the show, we decided to capitalize on the fact that we were all reunited and went to get pho. It was sort of surreal, sitting at a table, with people I’ve really only been around at night, either at a rave, or sitting around a coffee table making kandi, discussing costume ideas and set times. The day was quickly turning dark, and I had to get ready for my evening. Remember when I said I had a Thursday off? I made the wise decision to head out for a night of shots, beers and Drake. Sharon’s brother informed me that he was doing this show a few weeks ago. Being slightly under the influence at the time, I not only committed to going, I purchased 3 extra tickets for Nikki, Taylor, and Kyanna, three festival friends from this summer, who I knew LOVED Drake. Along with Sharon, we made our way to the Biltmore, and proceeded to negate basically any calorie counting that I had done for the entire week. It was a blast, until the end when the lights came on, and I decided to ask the question, “How are you girls getting home?” Whoops. Didn’t think of that. We picked up donairs, and headed back to my place to set up the pull out couch, and fell asleep to late night disney movies.

Friday came and went. With the major excitement being that I managed to snag two early bird tickets to Pemberton Festival. I’m beyond stoked to be going back this year. I was having a rough week accepting the fact that EDC was all but not happening, due to the dollar. While I can afford it, is it really worth paying 150% the cost of everything? I’d much rather spend that money on memories with a solid group of friends. The crowd is looking solid: Myself, Jessica, Dustin (Jessicas man) Josh, Eve, Alain, Jason and Sharon, and a good hand full more are looking at coming.

IMG_6339Monday rolled in and I woke up realizing that I needed this week to to be a week of no fucking around. Final weigh in day was Friday, and I had to win that. The pot which I thought was only 100 bucks had grown to almost 300, and that was a solid night out. Being my only day off, I have been really trying to dedicate the day to doing something outside of the gym. I stepped out of the house and in to Kristi’s car and we headed north, to the mountains. After a short trip, we parked and made our way in to the woods. This was my first hike with a four legged friend, and it added some excitement to the trip. Marvin, the pug, has never been hiking, let alone really off his townhouse complex, so it was fun watching him to explore. While the hike was really fun, the ending of it (or half way mark, I guess, since it was a “there and back” hike) really was a bit of a let down. Whyte Lake, which we wereIMG_6454 walking to, had totally flooded, and the dock access was non existent. A quick snack, and a walk back to the car totalled us a 6KM walk through the mist.

The week progressed, and I finished strong, getting to Anytime fitness 4 days in a row, to close of the week with a solid 5 in a row days of activity. Weighing in that night was scary: Had my putting off the gym, late night car rides with mochas, and shots of fireball taken me out of the running? No. I dropped from 295 to 275.5 for a 20 pound weight loss in 4 weeks. Insane, but at my BMI not impossible. Riding the high of an almost for sure win, I went to celebrate with Stacy: Vapour Lounge and Ramen? Yes please! I found out the next morning, that I actually didn’t win… Laura had last 14 pounds, but being that she was about 100 Lbs lighter than me, she lost more body weight percentage. I still won entry in to this months challenge for free, and at the end of the day I’m proud of us all. A total combined weight loss of 98 pounds, with me accounting for almost a quarter of that. It feels good to start hitting goals.

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Jinya: Pork Chashu


-19.5 😉


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