Our Vacation 2.o

At this time last year my husband and I embarked on what would be a life changing vacation. Nothing earth shattering, but rather a pivotal moment in our health journey. Last year we “ate” our way through Maine (USA), Quebec and Ontario. Lots of deep fried food, sugary car snacks and of course poutine. I’d like to say that this year was different, and maybe it was but that didn’t stop us from enjoying our vacation, especially if that meant trying food from the different regions of Quebec or enjoying corn on the cob prepared by by son’s girlfriend 😊. This year it was a healthy journey!

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How’s the diet going?

Do you cringe when someone asks you that question?  If so, then you are probably in a rut like me.  If not, well then, congratulations and keep up the excellent work.  But like I’ve said before, this is a “journey”, it’s about the experiences and not the finish line.  This isn’t a race.  That doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t like to hit the fast-forward button and just land my butt on a beach in a bathing suit (the kind without a skirt attached). 

 

Me and Rachel in Dominican last year for her wedding.

As you know, my oldest son, Josh is leaving in less than a week to join the Army.  He will begin basic training and we won’t see him for quite a long time.  I’ve always relied on the fact that Josh is honest with me, he tells me about his life and what’s going on with him.  Maybe not all his 22yr old secrets, but I’m sure I don’t want to know them anyways. 

Josh and I, a couple of years ago

But he caught me off guard yesterday.  He walked into the game room, I was playing Xbox and he sat down to ask me how I was doing with my plan.  Was I eating well and when was the last time I went to the gym.  Now most people wouldn’t have the nerve to ask these questions, because you just don’t bring that up to people, at least you don’t if it’s obvious that they have fallen off the wagon.  But not Josh.  So, I answered as best as a I could.  My answers sounded weak to me, but they were honest.

Food?  Well, I eat mostly healthy, up until dinner and snack time.  I’ve allowed copious amounts of carbs to sneak onto my plate and I sometimes have a late carb laden snack.  But it’s summer and well, I’ve just gotten off track.  (um, well true, but technically it’s September now, so what’s the plan?)  He pretty much asked me that follow up.  So, I said that I would focus on getting back to cutting out the carbs. 

Exercise? About that.  Well, I really love the gym I go to, but I’ve had some family stuff that I’ve been dealing with and making time to fit my schedule to the gym has been very difficult.  I want to get the basement gym back into shape and work out like I used to, with some yoga added.  So again, I told him that this too would change and I would make time for me.

It’s not always comfortable to be asked how you’re doing (be it a home improvement project, diet, blog, project or any task that you’ve told people about) but think about why it makes you a little sick to your stomach to answer the question.  My guess?  Well, you’ve probably let your progress slide, maybe stalled or even gone a few steps backward.  It’s OK.  Just stand up, brush off the dust (or crumbs) and get back to making better choices.

Maybe the next time my husband asks me how my blog is doing, I won’t grimace and mumble that it’s fine.  But instead tell him to go check out my last post.

Karenlee

“Plan for tomorrow, because tomorrow you won’t have time”

Enjoying the vegetables of my labour.

Repost: February 3, 2016

This will be a short post, work is busy but I wanted to express how I both enjoy what I’m eating and show that I do eat what I make.

Enjoying the fruits vegetables of my labour.  So this week I made three different types of mason jar salads: Chicken Fajita, Black Bean & Quinoa and Mixed.  To be honest, the last one was created from what I had in the crisper.  My oldest son really enjoys vegetables so I knew he’d like this one.  Well, so did I. Continue reading “Enjoying the vegetables of my labour.”