Life Improvements in Baby Steps Can Yield Big Results

March 5, 2017

I was in a rut.

I’ve always been a huge fan of breakfast, as I mentioned in my last post. As we all know, breakfast has been proven to be a great jumpstarter to your day. This has always been 100% true for me, not just because I love breakfast foods, but because I definitely draw energy and motivation for the day from that initial meal. People who swear they can’t eat in the morning freak me out, quite frankly.

Anyway, as I was saying…I was in a rut. For the last 6 months or so, I have fallen into this terrible pattern of usually not eating breakfast on workdays, and nothing good has come of it. Not eating breakfast led to poor choices at lunch and less motivation overall throughout the day.

Then I came across the whole “oats in a jar” idea online – and truth be told, I have no idea how or why it took me this long to become aware of this hack, because it was literally made for me.

I love oatmeal. I need breakfast to be no muss, no fuss on weekdays. I am lazy.

So oats in a jar is my breakfast match made in heaven. It literally takes less than 2 minutes to prep the night before, and it’s ready for a quick jaunt in the microwave the day of. And it’s delicious!

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Over the course of a mere week, I noticed a significant increase of energy and motivation within myself. It’s startling how such a small adjustment has already transformed my life. I’m more inclined to push myself a little farther in every aspect, simply because I’m getting a decent start to my day.

Baby steps are worth giving a whirl. Consider it 👌🏼

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My Favourite Part of the Day

March 2, 2017

I’m not a morning person.

I love sleeping in on the weekends. I love sleep, period. In fact, when I was in my teens, my dad used to call me Sleeping Beauty.

Work staff who start talking to me about business before I’ve even taken my coat off and turned on my computer (much less settled into my office in the morning) provoke feelings of rage in me. Thanks to my world class poker face, they have no idea how close they come to being murdered on those days.

Despite my predilection for being left to ease into my day at my own serene pace, the morning still happens to hold a special place in my heart.

There is something about that first cup of tea I drink in the a.m. that reminds me of why I love life. That warmth, the slight caffeine stimulation, the way it brings my thoughts into focus for the day…it’s my brand of “contentment”.

Also, breakfast is hands down my fave meal of any day. It’s the only meal I would want to eat whenever, wherever. But I digress.

In summer, or on vacation, things like cool air, morning smells, and sounds of a city waking up always make me euphoric, and I’m not even sure why. I just love that morning “let’s go” kind of feeling.

Another thing I find amazing is that the morning sunlight almost seems to take on emotions, and feels both gentle and enthusiastic. The morning sun reminds me I should be grateful to be alive.

Last, but not least, in the morning, I have this odd but wonderful tendency towards feelings of optimism. My resolve for any personal goals are always strongest first thing when I wake up.

It almost seems bizarre to assert that I’m anything but a morning person….but trust me…I am not.

I’m not necessarily a morning type, but morning is my favourite time of day. Makes sense,right? 👀


Could you ever go on a hunger strike?

March 2, 2017

I was watching a TV show where a character started a hunger strike under protest.

Aside from the fact that I have always had trouble understanding what one person or group starving themselves truly does to inconvenience a nemesis or opposing party, I cannot imagine voluntarily refraining from eating for more than a day or so (not counting when I’m ill).

When I first lived on my own and worked in a low-paying job, I remember occasionally being low on funds, but food was always the first priority after rent.

Mind you, I think my current self is finicky enough to go a while without eating if the available food wasn’t up to my standards. I know, I know – that scenario is galaxies away from the concept of a hunger strike.

An ex-boyfriend once called me out because, after over 4 hours of rollerblading in scorching heat, I passed on refilling my water bottle with lukewarm water from a faulty fountain, and decided I’d wait until we encountered a vendor to buy a bottle of sufficiently refrigerated water from, even at the risk of heat stroke.

I can definitely be a “first world problems” type of gal. I like to think, however, that I can adapt if necessary. But voluntarily depriving myself of food to get the attention of authorities who’ve already shown that they don’t care about my platform? I just can’t fathom it. I feel like I’m missing something when it comes to this tactic. It seems like a sit-in, a march or a bombardment of letters would accomplish somewhat the same result, no? Maybe I’m naive.