A necessary reminder.

You’re only going to see the finished product – We typically show our best sides, not all sides.

In a world where it’s easy to get caught up comparisons – Know that they too have their dark days. Bad hair days. Bad mood days – We’re human and perfection just ain’t realistic.

Neither is the life of luxury and travel that seems to be pushed into my eyeballs at every given moment…

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More people live in this Metropolitan area than ALL of Canada.

And I get overwhelmed with Toronto crowds.

Who am I kidding? I get annoyed with crowds in general.

Ugh. People.

The population of Tokyo’s Metropolitan area is at nearly 38 million! That’s thirty-eight million people in one fucking city.

Canada’s entire population is around 35ish million –  And that’s spread out across an entire country! A country that’s like, 4500x’s the size of Tokyo!

lol @ my BS social anxiety. Time alone? What that means?

Really makes you wonder about the state of their mental health, doesn’t it? Bein’ all up on each other all of the time?

Just me? Alrighty then.

 

When life gives you bad fish…

You vow to treat your body like the fucking temple that it is!!!!!

You also spend the day in your gloriously comfortable bed* wondering where in the fuh you went wrong.

lol. Bitch you were never right.

I honestly don’t think I’ve gone more than MAYBE two weeks without eating “bad” foods in my entire life. And by bad I mean any or all of the following:

Fast Foods (McDonalds, Wendys, Harveys, Subway, Panera, A&W, Popeyes, THE LIST IS NEVER ENDING)
Chocolate bars, gummies and sweets
Popcorn, chips and crackers
COOKIES
Baked goods
Cheesy, carby pastas
THIS LIST IS ALSO NEVER ENDING

I’ve been brought up in a world of DELICIOUS FOODS! Easy foods. Fast foods. I’m hungry, FEED ME NOW. My  600lb life is ALMOST relatable at times! I will eat if the snacks are there!! Maybe more like “my 300lb life”, ’cause gimme a couple of years (maybe months if I go pro) and I’ll be there. IT’S SO EASY.

It also doesn’t help that our world has become such a pity party – Eating genuinely makes me feel happy. IT’S SO YUMS. Wooo to forgetting your problems and gettin’ all caught up in how delish this dish is!

lol. Such a fat bastard thing to say.

Before I went on holidays it was easy(ish) to eat well because the doom of spending two weeks in a bikini lay ahead of me. Now – I’m back in full-blown winter, man. Summer is forever away.

Until all of a sudden it’s here and I’m still in my Buddy Burger coma.

This morning when I was ready to pass out with my head on the toilet seat, I promised myself that I’d take better care of my body… ‘Cause bad fish will happen, but the feels can’t be so bad if my body isn’t already full of literal shit, right?

RIGHT?!

 

You’d think that after nearly 30 years of life I’d learn to take care of my bod… BUT OOP! It had always been a mere suggestion in my books, meaning I could flake outta that responsibility no problemo.

‘Cause cheers to chocolate chip cookies and doughnuts, right girls?

Or you know, cheers to grapes, apples and shit…

I’ll get better at this.

*Pinterest dream bed – One that would be hella nice to enjoy in my achy after-sickness haze.

Save me jebus.

 

 

My post-holiday blues has me pep talking myself out of depression.

It’s already been a month since I first left for vacay?
HOW.

Ugh, I still get a hollow feeling in my tummy when I think about how A MONTH AGO TODAY I’D HAVE BEEN ABOUT TO BEGIN THE MOST WONDERFUL TWO WEEKS UNDER THE SUN.

Sunshine, I miss you. Warmth, I miss you too!

What I miss most is the endless FREEDOM, drinks, food

MY LIFE IS SO SAD NOW! So dark, cold, grey. Why can’t I be a rich bitch enjoying the winter time island life? Wah.

C’MON MAN. You’ll go on vacation again! It’s just been a gloomy last couple of weeks, life isn’t that bad. It’s actually pretty fuckin’ okay right now – With an intense amount of potential to be even okay-er in the upcoming months!

OKAAAAY.

It’s still not a fuckin’ beach with endless drinks. But ok, fine. Real life excitement isn’t so bad either.

Besides, maybe as I age, my real life excitement will become even more exciting… Like planning countless trips to beaches to forever enjoy sunshine, lollipops!

Winter has me like…

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I WANT to enjoy this February warmth, but it just feels so WRONG.

In the “WTF IS HAPPENING TO OUR PLANET?!” kinda way.

lol. But Global Warming doesn’t exist, right?

 

I’m home. The skies are grey and the air is cold.

But it’s not that cold – And as a Canadian, I really shouldn’t be complaining.

Everyone around me is basking in our weirdly warm February, and I’m over here all WAHH! IT’S NOT EVEN COMPARABLE TO THE COSTA RICAN SUNSHINE!

And my golden brown skin! I CAN FEEL IT FLAKING AWAY WITH THE WIND. I’ve been fucking bathing in Banana Boat.

Having been out of wi-fi range for the last leg of our trip = Things got real. Things got to a whole ‘notha level of unplugging from the world. There were no sneaky social media scrolls, no quick text to the ginger – There was just the jungle, the mountains myself and my family.

 

That was the most time my brother and I have spent together since we were fresh outta High School – And nah, we don’t have to do that again any time soon.

Fuck.

The beach and the sunshine, the mountains and the tree-houses, ugh. That was a spiritually energizing vacation. I feel ready as fuck for life – ‘CAUSE WOO. LIFE IS GOOD, BABY!

Life is great.

Though it would be better if I was still on vacation ’cause I mean, working still kinda sucks.

 

 

For Valentine’s Day, I had authentic Italian pizza in Costa Rica…

PIZZA WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN!

Seriously – Who woulda thought to come to Costa Rica for some fine Italian eats? NOT ME, but I’m pleasantly freakin’ surprised!

These two Italian bros from Naples decided a couple of years ago to pack up their shit and open up shop here in Tamarindo, Costa Rica. They even had their wood burning stone oven shipped over here to use!

COMMITMENT TO GOOD ASS PIZZA.

Seriously, this pizza is totally worth coming back for.

Or, you know. I’ll just stay here for it…

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