Welcome back to my blog! It has been exactly 6 months since my last post, an open letter to myself, expressing my hopes, dreams and goals for the year. At the time, this seemed like a good idea. Well, six months have passed and it is safe to say, so far, 2020 has been completely facocta (a fancy Yiddish word for shit-storm). Between a global pandemic, tragic deaths in the hundreds of thousands, and racial injustice, let me be completely honest with you when I say it has been . . .
Last week’s Weight Watchers meeting talked about gratitude and whenever I’m going through a hard time, I try and remember all the good things in my life. And with summer finally drawing to a close, I wanted to share with you a list of some of the things I am most grateful for. Adam. For as much as he loves being behind the scenes, I’m putting him at number one because he is my number one. This summer hasn’t been easy but he has stepped up, often taking on more than his share while I . . .
Happy Thursday everyone. What a week it has been! On Tuesday evening I was at District 28 Bistro for the launch of Lori Harder’s book, A Tribe Called Bliss. In case you are unaware, Lori Harder is an entrepreneur, fitness model, competitor and personal trainer. She is the founder of The Bliss Project, an annual retreat for women and hosts the Earn Your Happy Podcast, which I featured back in April in my list of favourite podcasts. Her weekly discussions keep me grounded and . . .
I was late to jump on the podcast train. While on maternity leave, I first started listening to podcasts during late-night cluster feeds and mountains of laundry. The presence of human voices made new motherhood a little less isolating. As a result, I was hooked. Podcasts are fabulous resources that have the ability to educate, entertain and refocus your brain. Not only are they easily accessible but you can listen to podcasts anywhere. Whether you are going for a walk, commuting . . .
If you were paying close attention to the title of this post, you can tell already we are going to get a little personal. You've been warned. So. Let's talk periods. I suppose all good things must come to an end. As I've been slowly weaning the little man off the boob, I started feeling the all too familiar symptoms Irrational anger and hunger The roller coaster of emotions The need to nap every five minutes Feeling bloaty, crampy and . . .