Every day I feel myself falling a little farther into the world of food. I’m constantly milling around the restaurants, learning from the chefs, talking about recipes in the office. Seriously, is this real life? Living this (maybe) real life of mine has made me want to connect over food even more than I already do, so I can’t resist partaking in two really fun, social food activities: The Food Blogger Cookie Swap and Foodie Pen Pals.
Last year I participated in the Food Blogger Cookie Swap and had a blast. I made cookies and sent them to three other bloggers, and in turn received cookies from three other bloggers. Such a fun holiday experience! I wanted this experience to happen more often than just around the holidays, so luckily today I stumbled upon Foodie Pen Pals, where every month you send a box of goodies and receive a box of goodies from a pen pal. It sounds like it’ll be so much fun and it’ll really get my creative juices flowing when trying to think up what to send my pen pal.
If you’re thinking about signing up, DO IT! It’s a great way to meet new people in the blogging community, and meet other people who just love food.
This past Sunday, the day before Marathon Monday, I ran the Patriotic 5k with Andrew and our friend Lucas. It was a hot day, up around 80 degrees, and boy did we feel sluggish. Despite feeling sluggish, we all ran a pretty good race. Lucas ran phenomenally fast, coming in 21st place with a time of 24:46. Crazy man. Andrew and I ran together, as we always do, and were convinced we were taking at least 40 minutes to complete the thing. But, despite our ill-feelings, we set a PR for ourselves: 35:38. That’s an 11:30 min/mile pace, which is better than our last 5k which was a bit over a 12 min/mile pace. Regardless of the results, we all had fun being outside and being active, and that’s really what it’s all about – isn’t it?
It’s been almost six years since I left Los Angeles to come to Boston. Six years since I left my friends and family to start a new chapter in my life, in a city I’d visited once, with not a single familiar person by my side. In college I made friends immediately through softball, dorm-living, classes. Some friendships grew, some fizzled, and, in classic Harvard fashion, some people pretended like they never even met you in the first place. But there are friends I made who will stay with me for life. Friendships that cultivated over time and took on a life of their own. I know that no matter the distance, no matter the amount of time that passes since the last time we spoke, we’ll always be there for each other – to laugh and to cry and everything in-between
Now, with college graduation almost one year behind me, I find myself looking around to see great friends scattered across the globe – Texas, Ireland, California, New York – and few still left in Boston. In my reflection, I found the following article that really made me view those true friendships in a new light, and made me want to say, to all my real friends, thank you.
I hope everyone had a great Easter yesterday! While I don’t celebrate Easter for any religious reasons (unless you consider viewing Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs as your God, which I occasionally do), I do enjoy in the festivities and food. Andrew and I dyed some eggs and I made some cupcakes and we had Easter brunch with his family and we called it a day.
never enough glitter
birds' nests cupcakes
And then we came home and watched the Sox lose. BOO. Better luck tonight.
In all honesty, this past week I wasn’t as diligent as I should have been in terms of tracking my food intake, limiting my alcohol consumption, and working out. I saw some success last week and that made me slack a little bit. Dolvett on Biggest Loser would be disappointed, and I would not want to disappoint that specimen of a man. Luckily, I was still good enough that I saw some losses. This is inspiration to get back on track, not slack off:
In the last 7 days:
Hips: -0.8 in
Bust: -1 in
Waist: -0.5 in
Thighs: -0.25 in each
Total: -2.8 inches
Also, check out this tumblr: Reasons to be Fit. Very inspiring for anyone who’s looking for a reason to be fit.
With Spring nearly upon us, Andrew and I decided it was necessary to give our patio a face lift. We knew the space had potential, but it was filled with gross folding chairs, a rotted out desk serving as a table, and a dirty broken grill. This last weekend we got down to business and cleaned the whole thing – got rid of the broken folding chairs, tore down the rotted out desk, swept the patio, ran away from imaginary spiders I was sure were there (even though they weren’t – allegedly), and gave the place the TLC it deserved. The following is the result:
This weekend when my mom came out from Los Angeles to visit, I was shocked to discover she wanted to try skiing. Neither of us have ever skied and my mom has never even seen snow, let alone considered doing anything athletic in it. And generally speaking, I’m skeptical of snow and snow sports. I like when snow falls lightly, I like making snowballs, I like snowball fights – but winter sports? Forget it. Not possible. Those people who ski and snowboard in the Olympics are some kind of mutant humans who have the superpower of gliding over snow. I was not endowed with such superpowers. I tried my hand at snowboarding once only to have it end in disaster. Injured, sore, awful disaster.
Well, one two-hour ski lesson later, and we were hooked. Who ever thought two snow-sport newbies from Los Angeles could become professional bunny slope skiers so quickly? I know. We’re pretty impressive.
So, where are those weekly weight watchers check in? Why haven’t you been writing? We’re waiting for posts here Ms. Murphy. These are things I’m sure some of you are wondering, some of you don’t care about (I get it, it’s cool), and some of you have actually said to me. Well, my path with weight watchers has changed a bit. I’m still following the plan as I really love the new points+ system, but I’m not weighing myself every week as planned. I’m weighing myself every month.
As I take on this new, healthier lifestyle, I’m working out, building muscle, and subsequently staying the same weight or maybe even gaining. I’ve decided that I can’t let myself be a slave to the scale – I need to base my success based on how I feel, how I look, how my clothes fit, and my measurements. Within those four critera lies true success. Not in a number on a scale.
That being said, my next weigh in will be on March 1. If the number isn’t much better, whatever. It’s life. It’s all about how I feel and how my clothes fit.
I’m really taking inspiration these days from fitness posts on Pinterest as well as on Tumblr. Join up and let’s motivate each other, together.
Through the holidays and football Sundays and Superbowl Sunday, I’ve really let myself do whatever I want. I ate and ate and ate, and drank and drank and drank, and you know what? I feel like crap.
As a result, I’ve decided to take control and to really invest in myself and my body. I also invested in Weight Watchers, the program that I hope will help me regain control. I’ve tried WW before only to drop out of it because I wasn’t mentally ready for the journey. I feel that now is as good a time as any to work on both my mental health and physical health. This journey is going to be long, and at times painful, but anything that’s worth having is worth sacrificing for. I’m looking to lose around 40 lbs, and I’m going to check in about once a week to let you know if the scale is moving, how my eating and exercise have been going, and overall just how I feel.
In case any of you are interested in Weight Watchers, it’s a little under 20 bucks a month. It’s based on a points system that factors in carbs, protein, fiber, and fat. No restricting. No strict calorie counting. It’s about putting good food into your body, and being rewarded for it, but also letting yourself have those times where you eat what you want (which is good for people like me who love to go out). They have all sorts of cheat sheets for the best drinks to have, best pizza to have, best burger to have, etc, when you do have one of those days where you want to eat whatever.
Wish me luck, and hopefully next Monday I’ll have seen a loss on the scale.