Monday, July 21, 2014
Hi guys! I'm back from my two weeks vacation to Hawaii and it was pretty great.
I say "pretty great" instead of "awesome" because EVERYTHING or almost that could have happened, happened.
Excluding a tsunami, which I'm glad didn't happen.
I won't describe it a lot here since I'm waiting until I get everyone's pictures to choose the best and talk about my trip.
Overall it went well.
The negative sides:
- Our first flight was delayed, then cancelled, and we spent 8 hours approximately at the airport trying to figure things out; the United employees handled the situation extremely badly, and gave us vouchers to spend the night at the only hotel that had free rooms nearby (the most expensive) that the hotel couldn't even accept;
- We were re-booked for THREE flights instead of two, the day after, which means we lost a day of vacation;
- I started feeling sick on the Montreal-Toronto flight, and being actually sick on the Toronto-Los Angeles flight; I puked 5 times on the plane, and three more times at the airport;
- Even though I slept on the whole flight from Los Angeles to Honolulu, I was still sick when we finally got there and could barely walk;
- When we got to the house that we'd rented two months prior, somebody was already occupying it until the next day (which means that if we got there on time, we would have lost TWO NIGHTS in it instead of one); we had to find a hotel, without internet access, on 9 PM in Honolulu, and it was pretty expensive;
- I puked again IN THE RENTAL CAR;
- We weren't very organized and the people I was with (my boyfriend and his siblings and parents) didn't seem very motivated by anything, which means we probably missed a lot since nothing was actually planned before the morning;
- I'm really broke;
- I really didn't eat well at all (but that I don't regret);
- My boyfriend and his brother caught whatever virus I had and were sick too (though not as much as me);
- After a couple of days everybody was starting to get tense and we fought a few times throughout the trip, really NOT FUN fights;
- I ate meat (more than I'm willing to admit);
- We had to take 4 flights in a row, over the course of 28+ hours, and I'm really exhausted, to come back, and I'm exhausted;
- We got to Montreal around 11:30 yesterday morning but had to wait our hotel shuttle for over an hour for no reason, even though they're supposed to pass by every 30 minutes;
- And the most negative of all...
We finally got to our cars, and I was driving home (it's a 2.5 hours drive), both exhausted (I slept on the flight from San Francisco to Newark, around 5 hours, but my boyfriend never slept), happy to be back, and really excited to see our cat.
Well you see me coming.
My boyfriend had texted the guy who was keeping him while we were gone, but never got an answer; and when we got near Quebec City, he called him, and he didn't answer. But finally he called back, just as I drove near to the bridge, and after they talked a little about the vacation, my boyfriend went silent listening; and I knew something was wrong because he was silent for a while, only saying "ok" at some points. I started crying, and he hung up, and told me that our cat was lost.
Apparently he ran away while the door was open, or something like that, I'm not quite sure of what happened actually. I was devastated, and I had to pull over; I cried my heart out; and I couldn't stop crying and screaming in frustration and despair. He ran away last Thursday, and all the guy did was post signs in the street and search for him; he didn't even call the animal shelters, which is normally the first thing you logically do. He said he'd do it today - four days too late.
Finally we got home, after picking up my apartment keys at my sister's place, and back here the first thing I did was to signal the loss of the cat on websites for Quebec City and the South Shore area (which is where he was kept), and find out which phone numbers to call today (since they're usually closed on Sundays). Then we drove to the guy's place (he was absent) and searched around a little, and I realized that he only posted two signs in his street, and that's it.
I was really frustrated, and I still am, but what more can I do but wait? When we adopted him from the shelter we bought a microchip that was implanted under his skin, and if he gets "scanned" (wether dead or alive...) the people who scanned him are going to get our phone numbers and info. We haven't got a phone call yet, so either someone found and kept him, either he's completely lost, or he's dead somewhere.
After some sleep I feel better today, but I'm still distressed, and it's hard not to cry. I had really high hopes when my boyfriend called the shelters this morning, but nobody had found or seen him.
I worked, and I had huge piles everywhere in my office, and so many things to do. But I think I'm gonna have a super busy week and then it'll be alright. Also if I have lots of things to do at work it'll keep me from thinking about Azrael too much.
But it's hard to be at home, and to see his things, and his toys, and to remember the super cute way he was playing with his mouse plushies, or when he slept with us on our pillows.
Now enough negativeness already, here are the good points of the trip (in no particular order):
- I got to swim in the ocean; under the sun, at sunset and at sunrise; we had a beach right in front of our house on Oahu, and I went there the first two mornings (celebrating not being sick anymore) to swim a little.
- I walked on a volcano and on solidifed lava.
- I went above the clouds on Mauna Kea (the highest mountain on Earth if you measure from the oceanic base) and saw the most beautiful night sky I'll ever see in my life.
- I saw the sunset at Sunset Beach.
- I walked around in light clothing - sometimes shorts and a bikini top - and felt confident and beautiful, and never even once thought about my appearance!
- I got to taste delicious hawaiian foods and discover the hawaiian culture, something I will never forget; it really touched me, it is so beautiful and simple, it really spoke to me.
- I saw giant green turtles sunbathing and eating, I saw the endangered Nene birds (descending from Canadian geese long ago!) and I saw plants and trees I'd never seen before. I've seen sceneries that took my breath away.
- I actually took a couple of hikes in those sceneries.
- I got to meet a friend of mine that I'd never met face-to-face before - an old customer of mine when I worked tech support. We first talked over a year ago, and we got along so well that when I left my job we exchanged emails, then text messages, and spoke together often. He was in Hawaii for six months (but had to leave early last week) and it was probably the only chance I'd have gotten to meet him!
- I got to snorkel for the first time in my life (twice, once on Oahu and once on Big Island) and I absolutely adored it - it's a new hobby of mine! (Too bad you can't snorkel where I live!)
When I get the pictures from my boyfriend's sister and mother, I'll share some with you guys and talk a little bit more about my trip. Right now I'm ordering mine and tagging them and trying to actually remember where we've been during the trip, LOL. I tried keeping a (written) journal there but I gave up after two days.
Glad to be back. I should get back to the gym this week - I actually missed it during my vacation! (That's positive!) And I'm glad I brought some of the aloha feeling with me. It's helping me being calm in this hard situation, and trying to see the positive side instead of curling up in a ball and cry all day.
Thursday, July 03, 2014
What a crazy week this was.
Last Sunday was my last day "off" before my vacation. Meaning I had nothing planned. And we didn't do much. In fact I overslept, and then took a nap in the afternoon while my boyfriend went to the gym. I fell asleep before he left, even though I'd intended on going with him.
Which means I haven't gone to the gym in over a week, and won't be going for two weeks for obvious reasons...
It was still freakin' too hot Sunday, and it's been like that for the whole week. It's currently 30.5*C inside our apartment, and it reached a peak high of 33 degrees two days ago. It's awful. (I know most of you American friends must think I'm crazy to not have air conditioning here, but it's that hot maybe two weeks in the whole year and then it gets useless, so I'm not investing in it.)
So I haven't exercised at all this week. The only thing I did is take a walk two days ago... to grab an ice cream cone (that didn't even feel satisfying). Then we walked home and it started SHOWERING intensely when we had about a minute of walking left. Well, I went on our balcony because the rain was refreshing XD I was soaking wet.
Work has been crazy, Tuesday was a holiday (Canada Day) but I still worked all day because I had three customers to meet; the one I usually see on Thursday mornings, one of my colleague's customers who needed training on the software, and another one whom I've been working for for a while building Excel spreadsheets and financial statements, etc. so it was a pretty crazy day and it was all overtime.
Then yesterday I left work at 1 PM, got home to eat, and went to my sister's place. We took her car to go to Montreal, where we stayed at our aunt's house. We quickly ate supper with her (we were in a rush) then got somewhat lost in the subway (I absolutely never take it, we don't have one here in Quebec City) and finally got to the Bell Center, where we were seeing Lady Gaga.
IT WAS SO AMAZING. I absolutely loved the show, it was so entertaining, so crazy and excentric, I didn't count but she had around 6-7 different costumes (for around one hour and a half that last the show!) and it was just so good and amazing. I loved it.
We got back to our aunt's house completely exhausted, I finally was able to fall asleep, and this morning we left a little before 9. I got home around noon, ate lunch and went to work.
Crazy stuff had happened at work and I had to take care of a crisis with one of my customers. Now this didn't help with my stress as I only left for one afternoon and one morning, and I'm leaving for two weeks, who knows what's gonna happen... but then again what can I say. I'm on vacation, nothing I can do, no need to stress over it.
Tomorrow I'm working until noon, then I'm going back home, getting prepared, etc. This evening we cleaned the whole apartment, packed most of our stuff (in one luggage! Woohoo!), and I baked apple-raisin muffins (they are so freakin' delicious) because we had a lot of apples left. And now I'm relaxing.
I think I'm nervous about the trip without being conscious about it. For the whole week, whenever I ate, my stomach ached, and I could never eat a lot in one sitting. The only times I didn't ache was when I ate kinda without thinking (aka when I eat lunch while working, or breakfast while doing stuff online). Mostly it's been when I eat supper. I don't like it. But I guess I'll be okay in Hawaii.
So tomorrow we're leaving for Montreal, sleeping (or trying to sleep...) at a hotel and we have to be at the airport at 3 AM. Ugh!!! Our flight is at 6:15. Then it's one hour and a half to Newark, and then... 10 hours and 45 minutes to Honolulu. Ouch. At least we checked with the company and we all get our own screen, with a huge selection of movies and a lot of series also (I guess you can watch any episode?). I'm also bringing with me a book I bought a REALLY LONG while ago (over 3 years, I was still living in my hometown) and never read: The Silmarillion by Tolkien. I bought it in its original language (aka old-ish English) and I was never able to concentrate enough to read it and understand it (remember English is not my mother tongue, it's French!). So I guess with 10+ hours I'll have some time to concentrate on it, LOL. I'll also try to sleep on the plane, since I'm pretty sure I won't sleep a lot (or at all) the night before we leave.
I'm really excited, everybody's constantly talking about my vacation - colleagues, family, friends... and everyone's so nice wishing me an awesome vacation and begging for a lot of pictures, LOL! I'll try to get on SP two or three times during my trip, just to check in, not get behind with my blog readings (I love reading you guys! Whenever I see one of my friends posted an entry I go crazy), and who knows, maybe post some pictures ahead of time ;D
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Yesterday went fantastically well.
I slept in, cleaned the apartment, did some laundry, and after taking a shower and eating lunch I picked up my sister-in-law at her parents' place (she's staying there for the Summer). Then we went to the mall.
We started with Reitmans, where I was exchanging a tank top I bought Thursday night. I bought a medium without trying it on and it was too big. Err... so I exchanged it for a small one. Then I got a refund for the bikini top I bought last Friday. The cashier didn't seem to appreciate my reason ("I changed my mind") and was somewhat rude. Too bad for them, I'm never going back to this place anyway.
Then we did our shopping. While I only needed to buy a bikini top, my SIL needed shorts, tank tops, a bathing suit, flip flops, and a plastic bottle all for our trip to Hawaii (which, must I add, is in 6 days). We went to Body & Beach for the swimsuits, which is where I went two years ago after a couple very frustrating hours of bikini shopping. (You can read about it here: http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_j
I just read back this entry and here's the highlight:
"At this point I felt like a mishaped monster of a woman with ginormous breasts who could never wear a bikini in her life thanks to her mother's genes and the total lack of support from every sales clerk in the world."
I've always hated shopping for swimsuits. Years ago because I was really fat and nothing fit well (seriously, bathing suits for larger women are horrible), and then because I finally started wearing a bikini (two years ago was the first time I ever bought one) but it was a frustrating disaster.
Luckily there is Body & Beach.
The mall we went to has 4 swimsuit places. Bikini Village, Aqua - La Vie En Rose (the one where I bought one a week ago but returned it), Angela Jones (very expensive) and Body & Beach. There are also a couple other lingerie boutiques that sell some swimsuits, and Sports Expert and Target. But I've never received good service and awesome advices anywhere but at Body & Beach.
This place is fantastic. It has a huge selection for every kind of silhouette and carries sizes A to E. Even though some of them can be quite expensive, they're really worth it. All the clerks are really nice and helpful. I'm the kind of shopper that likes being left alone in stores and would rather pick up stuff on her own than ask for advice. For bikinis though, it's quite another story and I absolutely need help.
So two different clerks helped me, and I went to the cabin with none less than 7 bikini tops to try on!!! Sad thing is, only one of them fit - all the others were either too small or too revealing, and/or lacked proper support. But the one that fit is really great. It has a funky multicolored pattern, and it's got the same shape as the one I bought two years ago (that I still adore, but I wanted two swimsuits for Hawaii).
I asked her if she had any other in the same model because it was on sale for only 30 bucks. She had another one, also on sale for 25 bucks. And they both fit perfectly.
So obviously I bought them both.
I left the store feeling really excited. I felt normal. I would have never imagined being able to walk into a swimsuit store and leave with TWO bikini tops that fit perfectly, for a really reasonable price. I felt like singing and dancing (and I did, a little).
We then went around shopping for my SIL. She found absolutely everything she needed, and we did all of that in under two hours. Efficiency.
We then had an ice cream cone. Couldn't resist Laura Secord. Then we went back to her parents' house and I stayed there to chat with my MIL and then FIL when he got home from work. Before I knew it it was past 6 PM. I was supposed to cook supper at home... for my boyfriend who was working until 6 PM. Oops!
I went back home but he was already there. Since nothing was ready, and all the meals left on our planning either needed prior preparation or were too long to make, we ate out. Then we spent the evening at his friend's apartment between the cardboard boxes (he's moving Tuesday). We got home pretty late - past midnight. I'm not used to going to bed so late!
I'm ready for Hawaii. I've got everything I needed. This week is gonna be hella busy; yesterday I kept thinking about it, while at the restaurant, and I felt really stressed out. My problem is that I look ahead too much and instead of taking it one day at a time, I only see the whole busy-as-hell week, and I panic. But I was able to calm down, and today I'm enjoying my last resting day until vacation.
I'm working every day this week, even on July 1st (Canada Day) because most of my clients are closed tomorrow and open on the 1st instead. Wednesday I'm leaving for Montreal, coming back Thursday, and then Friday going back to Montreal. Our flight is at 6 AM Saturday, so we gotta be at the airport at 3 AM. Ouch. But hey... Hawaii.
Friday, June 27, 2014
In eight days I'll be in the plane taking me to Newark (NJ), and from there I'm taking a plane to Honolulu.
In eight days and a half I'll be in Hawaii.
My schedule is completely packed until we leave. I'm working the whole day today (we're supposed to be closing on Friday afternoons in the Summer, but I have too much to do); tomorrow I have to clean the apartment and I'm bikini shopping with my sister-in-law; Sunday is my only "day off". Then I'm working Monday (and I have a vet apointment in the middle of the day, argh), Tuesday even though it's Canada Day I'm still working (too much to do), Wednesday I'm working in the morning and leaving on lunch time for Montreal; staying at my aunt's and I'm going to see Lady Gaga with my sister. We're coming back Thursday morning, then I'm working all day, working again Friday until maybe 1 or 2 PM... then coming back home, preparing myself (and the apartment) for a two-weeks trip, and leaving for Montreal again.
Yesterday I took my luggage out of the locker room and put it in the bedroom. I'll probably pack everything in a week, on Thursday night.
In all of that I have to take some time for working out, which is not easy. I went to the gym Monday, but that is all. Wednesday and yesterday I took a walk with my boyfriend (but yesterday we ended up eating dessert somewhere). And I woke up dead tired today (I'm really exhausted from work) so I don't know if I'll do anything tonight.
But I'm not stressed out, and that is very good news. I feel very relaxed and peaceful. In fact I'm glad I've got so much to do because time will fly by so fast and before I realize it I'll be in Hawaii for two weeks of RELAXATION.
My 5k last Saturday didn't go too bad. In fact it went pretty well considering I barely trained for me. I just checked the results again and my time is 34.53.7 minutes, but my chip time is 33.31.5 minutes. Since they sort everyone with the first time I guess it's my real time? XD I honestly have no idea how those things work.
After the race we (Valiendra, her boyfriend and I) went out to eat at Score's. I'd never been there and I realized the only veg thing I could eat was the salad bar. So I had that, and I also ordered the SMALL portion of onion rings and it was huge. But I was so hungry I still ate it all. (I'm not able to not eat entirely something I paid for. And also obviously they were good...)
A week ago I went shopping by myself for a bikini and a dress. I ended up buying the first bikini that kinda fit because I was tired of shopping already (I really shouldn't have gone; I was in a bad mood in the first place, and I felt bloated and fat). Then I shopped for Summer dresses but I found they were all so expensive (even the ones that looked really cheap in fabric and making) so I ended buying one at Stitches even though I swore to myself I'd never go back there again. Well I washed it back at home and my washing machine ruined it. It does that on my pale clothes - they end up with weird brown marks on them that won't go away. I washed it again the day after and they faded a little but they're still there. Any tip?
The good thing about going on vacation is that you constantly think about it... at the gym last Monday I was running on the treadmill as usual, but this time it went by so fast because I just kept thinking about Hawaii. LOL! Usually halfway through it becomes hard for me to focus and I really have to push myself not to quit. ;D
I can't believe it's almost July already. Yet another Summer going by way too fast... but at least I'm spending a part of it somewhere else, on vacation. It's the first time in my life that I'm taking two vacation weeks in a row. And it's only the second time I'm going outside of Canada, the first time being 8 years ago when I went to Greece on a school trip (that I didn't like all that much - not because of the country, but because of the people I was with). So yeah. That's cool.
Friday, June 20, 2014
Yesterday I decided that I would go for a run.
Since I never run anymore, and I'm actually running a 5k tomorrow, which I'm totally not ready for (more info about that later in this post).
It was disastrous. I'm not even being negative - it just didn't... work out.
I ate a salad for supper, a big salad made of lettuce, spinach, carrots, some seeds, cheddar cheese, hard boiled eggs and a dressing I invented (that was quite delicious).
Then I ate a little piece of chocolate that my boyfriend gave me, and we washed the dishes, and I read a novel and watched him play chess online before heading out.
I put my clothes and cap on, and then begged him to come with me. For some reason I felt that if I went alone, I'd give up after 2 kms.
He finally agreed to come with me, and we stretched and then went outside. I had planned a 5k route going around the neighborhood a LONG time ago and never ran it, so I decided to run it see how I'd do for the race.
Well at first it wasn't too bad, got out of breathe quickly in the hills. Then I felt a cramp coming, which never came. But after about 2 kms, I got nauseous. Reaaaally nauseous.
I started walking, then tried running again. I stopped three times because I was 98% sure I was going to be sick right there on the sidewalk.
Luckily I wasn't.
The last time I stopped I'd really had enough. I didn't feel good at all. My boyfriend asked me if I wanted to walk home, and I agreed. So we walked for a while and chatted a bit, I got better. Then we were going downhill for a while so I said I wanted to jog again. That bit went well. Then I got nauseous again really close to home so we walked.
So I barely jogged.
The thing is, okay, it happens. But what if it happens tomorrow?
I know I won't get a good result. I didn't even set any goal for myself, since I've barely been training lately. I don't know what it is with me, but I'm not able to do anything with myself. I get back from work, we cook supper, we eat, and then I spend the night home reading or doing stuff online. Then it's time to go to bed.
And every day I swear to myself I'll work out "tomorrow", I prepare my gym bag and my clothes, or my running stuff, so I can work out first thing in the morning, but when the alarm clock starts beeping crazily at me, I just shut it and go back to sleep.
I don't understand how I used to be able to get up at 5:30 AM everyday to work out before going to work. Now I'm having trouble getting up before 7.
I feel tired, bloated, and stuck. At least I've been way better on my food - many splurges in late May and June but last week I said ENOUGH and it worked. No going out to eat, no unneeded desserts, no chips. And I still feel full and satisfied.
Although I do tend to forget to eat while I'm at work. I start getting hungry at 11, and for some reason I always decide to wait until noon to eat my lunch + the snack I forgot to eat an hour before. While I could eat my snack right there and still have my lunch around noon.
I think I really need those vacations.
I'm leaving in 15 days. I can't believe it's so close. I still have some shopping to do for Hawaii - one of my maxi Summer dresses is way too large now (I can't wear it with any of my bras - the dress slips down and reveals them no matter what) so I have only one left, and my bikini is also getting too big. Next week I'm taking my big suitcase out of my locker room, and I'll put it in my room without putting stuff in it yet. Just to tease myself. I'll print my packing list and pack everything probably on the 1st of July, since I'm leaving for Montreal on the 2nd and coming back on the 3rd only (I'm going to see Lady Gaga live with my sister!). Then on the 5th going back to Montreal, this time to take our plane to Honolulu.
On stress, I think I'm doing way better than before. Particularly at work. I don't panic whenever I have *anything* to do, I don'T automatically think I won't have the time. It also helps my boss hired a new employee, a girl I get along with really well. She has awesome black and pink hair that I'm totally jealous of. She's really sweet, open-minded and curious and interested about my vegetarianism, which encourages me (being teased, all the time, by everyone, starts to get annoying after some years).
So I'm giving her a lot of my tasks and it's taking a lot off my shoulders, even though it's happened this week that I've had nothing to do, LOL.
So about that race... this is what makes me nervous. I know I won't run the whole 5k, that just won't happen. I'll try, obviously, I always try, but I'm not there yet. I try to minimize my walking times though, and I walk quickly, just to breathe better and relax my heart a little when it's about to explode. I have absolutely no idea how long it'll take me to run that. Like I said to Valiendra, whom I'm doing the run with, the only thing I want is to not be last to finish. XD I doubt that'll happen, but with my lack of training, it could happen. Maybe that'll motivate me, who knows.
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