For all my US of A readers, I hope you had a glorious Memorial Day long weekend. Us Canadians enjoyed our three-day the weekend before it and let me just say….
Yes the heat and sunshine has come back into our lives and…
I’m Feeling ELATED about it.
Speaking of them feelz, I decided to jump into this weeks Thinking Out Loud link-up with the wonderful Amanda with some of my feelings this past week.
Lets go shall we.
This Week Has Me Feeling….
Guyz!!! I worked with my first client this past week and she was incredibly amazing and such a joy to work with. We did our final fitness plan presentation and question call this evening and I was so happy to share it with her and to hear that we was just as excited as I was for her to get started. To my client, if you are reading this, thank you so much for having the confidence in me to reach out and trust my experience and knowledge. You lit my confidence fire.
You see that price there. For halibut steaks! Normally they are double that. I died…and then I bought three. 😉 Me love halibut steaks. Regular halibut is delish but halibut steaks..The best. Even better? When they are grilled.
Of course with even savvy moment comes…
On Monday I had to head down to Guelph and because halibut steaks are few and far in between (apparently they are not good sellers due to the $ and perhaps the bones…missing out!) AND because I knew that Metro in Guelph typically has them, I ran in to stock up. This was what happened…
Me: How long have these been here for?
Lady: Oh these were the same ones I cut when you were here last (you see how moving is a chronic problem…)
Me: So last Friday?!?!?
Lady: yeah I guess so.
Me: trying so hard to tell myself they were okay because I just really wanted one… I’m sorry I can’t. They have been there way too long.
Lady: Uhh..well, sorry about that.
ARE THEY TRYING TO KILL THEIR CUSTOMERS?!? 4 days friends. 4 days for thawed fish.
***It’s important to note that when you look up how long raw fish should be kept in the fridge for, it’s not more then 3 days and that is for fresh fish, not even thawed.***
This is going to seem very random and maybe stupid but I’m very happy to say that I made sure my parents ate a vegetable for every meal this and last week.
Wow I just made my parents sound like children…
On my rest days I typically make a “pizza” omelet as part of my lunch because 1. I’m currently obsessed with the yolk 2. It is a vessel for said yolk to be runny and amazing and 3. It’s just good.
The past 3 weeks either I have had to take my lunch with me on my rest day (ie no runny yolk can happen) or I broke the yolk (like last week) OR I overcooked it (ie. no runny yolk!).
Guys, I did it today. I got my yolk back in all it’s runny glory.
Those fatty goodness victories. Oh and last week, when I broke the yolk, the omelet was acceptable only because it had seared scallops INSIDE the base.
I should be saying proud, but I’m still not past the guilt yet.
1. I need the calories
2. I shouldn’t be afraid to have something I enjoy
3. I need to overcome food fears
4. I need to stop calling myself unhealthy if I allow myself to have a treat once a week. That is normal. Normal is having things you like in moderation. I like ice cream (even though I’m allergic to it…) and I shouldn’t feel as if I can no longer say I’m a healthy eater if I have it once a week.
I preach no restriction for all of you guys and it’s so true. Restriction doesn’t work. For most, it leads to bingeing. In my case, I’m just full out afraid of it and that needs to end.
I need to be able to say to myself:
I like ice-cream. I’m going to get ice cream. I’m going to enjoy my ice-cream
That is that.
Two weeks strong.
7. Heeby-Jeeby like
Literally just a mouse run at my feet as I type this post…
I’m not afraid of mice, but I will admit to squealing lil a school girl and making it run under the stove.
There’s a mouse in ma house…
Except this is in my neat-freak parents house.
So imagine my Dad running around with a flashlight as he tries to find it.
On the positive, after it charging at my feet again, we found it’s entry point. It was behind our gas range where the installer made a massive hole. Now we just need to find where they actually got in the house from.
For now, I can say that my feet are safe though…
And with that, I’m going to take my crawling skinned self downstairs to sit with my parents for a bit. I can’t be in this kitchen right now. I hope you understand.
Goodnight all, don’t let the mice bite.