A day in the life of Rochele

5:50am – The alarm goes off. Hit snooze. Cat creeps up to my face and plops herself on top of my chest and purrs.

6:00am – The alarm goes off again and I leave it and listen to whatever the next few songs are. Obligatory morning cuddles with husband and cat.

6:15am- Get up. Check phone for Snapchats, texts, and notifications. The shit people send me in the middle of the night is priceless.

6:20-7:15am – Have shower. Blow dry hair. Drink coffee, and blueberry-spinach smoothie. Makeup. Pick an outfit. Iron. Obsess about shoes. Stumble downstairs and gather lunch, phone, and whatever else I need for the day.

7:20-8:00am – Drive to work. Play the $1000 Minute on Virgin Radio. Listen to The Shore’s Test Drive song of the day. Curse the slow drivers. Curse the drivers who shouldn’t be in the HOV lane. Be smug about police pulling people over for traffic violations.

8:00am – Arrive at work. Make coffee. Unload dishwasher(s). Check messages. Ask boss about his itinerary for the day. Check email. Greet staff as they arrive.

8:30-4:30pm – Work. Answer phones. Filing. Prep for meetings. Email. Troubleshooting Microsoft Office. Fix paper jams. Smile at everyone. Send important emails. Scan. Work on contracts. Set-up presentations for architects.  Go for a walk down to the waterfront at lunch time. Be the shining light at the office. Twitter. Facebook.

4:30- 5:30pm – Drive home. Phone mom, use blue tooth. Curse the sound quality of my blue tooth. Curse the slow drivers. Curse the busses. Curse people driving in the HOV lane that shouldn’t be. Yell obscenities at other drivers who cannot hear me. Apologize to mom for horrid attitude while driving home.

5:30-6:00pm – Arrive home. Feed cat. Take off clothes. Lay in bed naked. Contemplate what to make for dinner. Contemplate just staying in bed for the rest of the night.

6:00-7:00pm – Get up. Change into t-shirt, hoodie, and pajama pants. Put hair into a messy bun or ponytail. Make dinner. Listen to The Peak. Sing. Tweet. Do dishes. Step on cat 10 times.

7:00-7:30pm – Eat dinner. Chat with husband about day. Whine about being tired. Talk about how I should do homework, opt to watch TV instead.

7:30-8:30pm – Watch Parks and Rec, space show, OR several episodes of Whose Line Is It Anyway. Leave husband to watch multiple episodes of Income Property, shake head at his blatant man crush on Scott McGilvery.

8:30-10:00pm – Hang out in the Girl Room. Listen to Songza playlists. Paint nails. Tell the cat she’s so pretty. Chat with friends on Twitter, Facebook, Whatsapp, and text. Think about the next day’s outfit. Do a dry run of said outfit. Instagram said outfit, maybe.

10:00-10:20pm – Charge phone in the Girl Room and activate night mode. Tell the cat it’s bedtime. Tell the husband it is bedtime. Set-up coffee maker. Make sure all food is put away. Take off clothes beside the bed, leave them there. Get into bed.

10:20-10:45pm – Attempt to minimize the ritual bedtime chat. Get frustrated that husband stops talking and falls asleep immediately after telling me he’s not tired yet. Cat plops herself on top of me and purrs her little face off for what seems like 20 minutes.

10:45-11:15pm – Lay in bed listening to 10,000 thoughts. Try to think about something quiet and calm. Eventually lose myself in a thought and drift to sleep.

2:30-3:00 – Awake. Husband is taking up 2/3 of the bed and is serial cuddling again. Cat is still on top of me. Too hot. Thirsty. Have to pee. Know that ignoring all of these things means not sleeping. Get up. Pee. Drink water. Come back to bed. Push cat out-of-the-way and ask husband to move over. Ask husband to move over some more. Give up. Get back into bed. Lose myself in counting to 100, drift back to sleep.

3:45am – Neighbour with obnoxiously loud truck drives by, wakes me up.

4:15am – Awake. Annoyed. Still an hour and half to sleep. Fall back asleep.

5:45am – Awake. Tempted to just get up, but bed so warm. Fall back asleep.

5:50am – The alarm goes off. Feel like a zombie. Press snooze.

Today is a perfect day to start working on my fitness goals. Again.

Screw New Years Resolutions. Did you know that you can start again any day of the year that you want? I start and stop my fitness goals the way some people flip through channels on TV.  I don’t usually feel bad about this. I fall off the wagon, and I start again. I won an award for perseverance many years ago. I will persevere, and so should you. Just start again, and again, and again until it finally sticks.

Last year I was so motivated to look good in my bikinis for the summer. In February I was soft and squishy and underwhelmed with the way I looked in and out of my clothes. I was motivated to look and feel my best at 25 years old. I went to the gym, I started running, and I made long-term changes to my diet that are now just part of me. I was excited. I wasn’t perfect, but I wore my bikinis last summer and I wasn’t the worst looking girl at the beach or even on television. I mean, have you seen Snooki in a bikini?

But here I am, soft and squishy again. I feel miserable and horribly unmotivated to change anything. Getting back in to shape feels like a chore this time around, but I’m going to do it. Even if I have to treat it as a chore, it’s something that has to be done.

By now the crash dieters and NYE resolvers have abandoned the gym. I’ve started running again, albeit a lot more slowly than last year. And today I opened my nutrition and calorie counter and entered what I’ve consumed so far and what I intend to consume today. I’ll update it again before bed for true accuracy. Right now I have to fit dinner into 300 calories, so I may have to ditch one or two of those chocolate chip cookies that I intended for a snack so that I can have more of a meaningful dinner tonight. Except that today is National Pie Day and I have some blueberry pie in the freezer… pie for dinner? According to Every Day Health, a piece of blueberry pie comes in at 290 calories. Ten extra calories to work with, YESSSSSSS. Let’s just say I have to start somewhere and I won’t be eating pie for dinner very often.

To be clear, there is a calorie target that I attempt to reach/stay under on a daily basis. I tend to screen foods and stay away from foods that have a majority of calories from fat, lots of carbs from sugar, and anything with a lot of sodium. I don’t eat processed/pre-packaged/prepared foods anyway. I eat a lot of fruit and fresh vegetables and I aim for 18-25 grams of fibre per day. The average American diet allows for 1500-2000 calories a day and that number of calories is not meant to be for everyone. Don’t expect that you can consume that much. You can offset it with exercise, but not entirely. You will never be able to out-exercise a poor diet.

I don’t know how much I weigh. I would estimate that I am 125 lbs. Yes that is a normal, healthy weight for a female my age and height. I’m not in this to lose weight, I’m in this to be healthy and look good. You don’t have to lose weight to achieve those things, necessarily. In fact, muscle weighs more than fat so in the end I may end up gaining a few pounds. The point is to understand what kind of calories I am eating and to get the most nutrition to fuel my changing body while I run and go to the gym. I will go to the gym and step on a scale for accuracy, and I’ll take some measurements so that I can track my physical results. There will be no pictures of me in my underwear to make comparisons.

By the way, I need a female gym partner who is hopefully not too gorgeous and maybe a little out of shape. Eventually I’ll need a running partner, too, because my current running partner will be going on maternity leave in the summer. OH! I also got a bike for Christmas and I’d love to do some bike riding…. just not up hills. Okay, I’ll stop being lazy. We can ride on a slight incline.

PS- I went for a run today. I survived. My weekly schedule is planned as follows: Monday- run. Tuesday- go to the gym. Wednesday-run. Thursday go to the gym. Friday- run. Saturday-rest. Sunday-go to the gym and meal plan for the week. Everyday- track calorie and nutrition information.

Please just snow

I just want it to snow. A lot.

Before this year I hated snow, but mostly because I was pissed off that I had to drive in it. However, now that I am a transit user, I don’t really care what the weather brings. I’m on a hospital route so my street gets ploughed, and the bus takes two major roads and voila! I’m at the office.

There is something about snow that grounds me. It dampens the noise and life seems to slow down. I love that bleak, greyness of the harbour when it is snowing. My favourite thing is walking in snow by myself. It’s a good time to reflect.

Sometimes I need forced quiet time. I’m plugged in all the time and I find it so difficult to shut off and be 100% present. Maybe it’s why I like baking and sewing because it requires my undivided attention. I try to give all my attention when I’m with my friends, but I often fail to do the same for my family.

I just want to stop what I’m doing, go outside, and be centred for a little while. I want to watch the snow with absolutely no agenda and nowhere to be. I want winter.

Here is one of my favourite images Blue Pond and Snow from Hokkaido, Japan.  What I would give to be in a kayak, paddling while it snows? I can almost feel the sleet on my face and hands. Winter is solemn, and I’m feeling that way today.

The First Time

This is the first post of Stop, Drop, and Ro.

Right now I’m drinking a screwdriver, congratulating myself on being a domestic diva all freaking day.

Every now and then I get a little neurotic and I reorganize and clean everything. Today was one of those days. I’m the kind of girl that has an incredibly well stocked kitchen but lately it has gotten out of control. I had a bajillion baking ingredients, and I started to find multiple bags of the same thing, all open, but in different places. It was time to check expiration dates and to taste everything because who wants to eat chocolate chips that taste like curry? No one.

There was also the coffee/candy/cat stuff cupboard which is now just human oriented.

Hot Husband fixed the built-in-vacuum and that was a real treat not having to lug the shop vac around the house.

I also put away the four purses that I’ve been floating between all week. Yeah, four. I’m indecisive, but I’ve been taking transit and the small purses don’t work when you have to pack an extra pair of shoes, umbrella, lunch, and ereader.

Folded and put away the laundry. I should get a gold star for this, it only took me a week.

I even went grocery shopping, which surprisingly I really hate doing. Why? I’m not sure. I love to cook and bake and ingredients are most certainly an asset for those endeavours.

I’ll leave you with a song.