August 2011
Mental Battle.
Anyone who has ever been over weight, and tried to lose weight, knows that carrying extra weight is a constant mental battle. Self promises and wishes constantly being broken, and then the constant self hate that follows. But good news friends, from my experience, as the weight comes off and/or you get older, the constant mental battles, which consume your soul, aren’t full-on wars anymore,...
July 2011
29k done. It was really, really hard.
Really hard.
Controversy is my middle name. Except not. It’s Claire. Elizabeth Claire. Although, if Controversy was my middle name, I’d get to keep all my monogrammed hand towels. WIN. Except not. As I don’t own any. But if I did…!
Usually in the face of controversy I whip out my sword and shield, and get ready to fight-fight-fight. Except not. That’s a lie. I actually run and...
love ourselves, no matter our size. that’s what we’re told. that’s what they say; right from the start. it’s not what’s on the outside, it’s what’s on the inside that counts. looks will fade, it’s the personality that counts.
those are the things we’re told growing up. and those are the things i believed. and believe. today, I do, somewhat....
Yesterday 8am - 5pm: work-work-work-work Yesterday 6:00pm: sleep-sleep-sleep
Today: SWAG
ok, little blog, here is the truth, i’ve been feeling all sorts of shady with you lately. like, i’m sitting at my computer giving you the side eye, self conscious n’ shaz of my writing and photos. i’ve blogged long enough to know i (and most other) bloggers go through phases, ruts in their blogs, if you will… so this is natural; witty and wonderful posts can’t...
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I always thought guys didn’t like me. I wasn’t skinny, pretty, funny enough for any of them to be interested in me. I had come to accept that growing up; I just wasn’t good enough, so obviously they wouldn’t like me. I never even looked for signs of them liking me, because, well, what was the point of looking for something that definitely didn’t exist? It was...
“i hope you live a life you’re proud of. if you find that you’re not, i hope you...”
– f. scott fitzgerald
It's a matching red, sexy underwear type of day.
Now please excuse me while I strut to Starbucks.
Someone thinks He’s a funny man [hint: God]
Four (four!) guys asked me out for dinner and/or drinks this past weekend. Four!! As in I just broke my weekend guys-asking-me-out record by four. As in, of course I’m leaving Toronto in 2 months for good, and then guys apparently realize I exist.
Ugh.
Laugh it up Mr. Funny Man, laugh it up. We’ll see who gets the last laugh. O.k.,...
They've already started interviewing for my job.
And? Not-even-mad. Not-even-mad.
Ps. AND, the guy is super hot. Too bad I couldn’t have worked here WHILE he was here. I know, I know, whatever, I’m a girl.
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Places to See, Things To Do
Because I’m a considerate and awesome employee (No really, I am. You should hire me. Especially if you’re in London.) I gave my boss lots and lots of notice. My last day of work is September 2nd 16th (they asked for another 2 weeks), which means you’ll be stuck with my Daily Attempts At Looking Skinny Posts, Food Posts, and Toronto shenanigans/ramblings for nearly 2 more months...
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1,012 Life Changing Words.
I don’t know where to start. And I know I won’t be able to answer all the questions I need to, but I’ll try…
I’ve thought about this post so much, what I’d say, how I’d tell you. It’s been a long time coming, and a big secret I’ve kept for a while now. As I sit here and type this I feel butterflies in my stomach, and have not yet decided whether they’re nervous or excited...
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I just gave my work notice!!
I was at the 3 kilometre mark on my run today, when I realized I was actually running. Half way through a 6k run, heading into the home stretch, I, Elizabeth, was running.
Last week I made plans to meet a good friend for dinner. When she suggested 6pm on Tuesday being her only availability, my instant thought was, oh, I usually run Tuesdays, but o.k., I’ll skip it, but after thinking about...
noteworthy nonsense for this day.
I had my first ever, “has anyone ever told you, you look like Kate Middleton?” real life incident this morning. In my head I responded, “yes - my super, secret blog sometimes notes that when I post self portraits of myself from my iPhone, I know, I’m so cool.” But out loud, I said, “no,” and “thank you.” It was awkward. Who tells a random...
11:11 Quick, make a wish!!
Weight Loss Blog. Wait, What? Me?
As you’ve probably seen, my Little Blog has somewhat turned into an online scrapbook of my life, which was certainly never the intention, but I like records, and as you may, or may not know, I used to scrapbook everything in real, hard-book scrapbooks, before I discovered how easy it was online.
I used to scrapbook my life over at HeyLiz, my very first blog ever, and then created One Twenty...
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