Category: lifestyle
Scrawny Fat Girl Gets Fit, Part 3
| November 3, 2010 | Posted by caroline under lifestyle, Uncategorized |
This whole fitness thing isn’t going so swell. You won’t BELIEVE the junk I ate last night. And I did it so nonchalantly, like I’m the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory character that never was. I had chocolate milk, a small slice of pecan pie, a mango ice cream bar (with fruity filling!) and THEN,…
Scrawny Fat Girl Gets Fit, Part 2
| October 28, 2010 | Posted by caroline under lifestyle, myself |
So as you know, I’m trying to stay fit and healthy. Drinking a lot more water, smoking a lot less — I’d like to say I’m not smoking at all but that would be a lie. Last week I attended my second session of Booty Camp. Before I got there, I had contacted my instructor,…
Scrawny Fat Girl Gets Fit, Part 1
| October 20, 2010 | Posted by caroline under lifestyle, myself |
I get a bit apprehensive at the start of a new fitness program. It reminds me of the first day of school or a new job, when you don’t know what anyone will be like or if you’re going to do something wrong that everyone else looks down on. I know you’ve heard me say…
7 things I thought about at Toronto’s Body Blitz Spa
| October 11, 2010 | Posted by caroline under lifestyle |
Things I thought about at Body Blitz Spa: How the hell have I never been here? I kinda like my body…How do these people make money? Are all of these women straight? Am I going to die in a spa? Will my skin stay this soft if I promise never to shower again? …I wish I was healthier and looked after my body better…
I loved New York City Until…
| July 16, 2010 | Posted by caroline under lifestyle, myself, personal, storytelling |
…until, New York let me down. Truly, it was a reality check — mesmerized by the streets that looked like Paris spiked with North America, caught up in the people that started conversations because they had nobody to talk to at home, captivated by the zeal of people’s lives….Just like that, I was entranced by…
Writing for the love of it
| November 14, 2009 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, dreaming, lifestyle, myself, personal, storytelling |
God, I miss writing for the love of it. I never make the time these days, not even to write to myself. And when I do write to myself, they’re mangled indulgences text messaged to myself, often observations, regularly my internal conflicts. I am not emotionally nor mentally numbed, no, but I channel it…
The contentious issue of 905ers infiltrating and infesting Toronto
| October 7, 2009 | Posted by caroline under ethics, humour, lifestyle, on identity, storytelling |
Oh those 905ers. You’ve heard of them, you might know a few, you might have actually been one at some point…and they’re talked about far more than you notice. The term 905er has planted itself firmly in Toronto’s slang and in-the-cool jargon, especially in the downtown core. But what exactly is a 905er and why…
Toronto brunch, patios and summer hangouts
| May 6, 2009 | Posted by caroline under lifestyle, travels, Uncategorized |
Those of us who wait for the first glimpse of sun are quick to shed the boots and coats and head to our favourite Toronto patios for sangria and calamari. Don’t pretend you don’t do it. I know when we saw the the light a few weeks ago, my friends and I started our lengthy…
freelance life
| December 29, 2008 | Posted by caroline under lifestyle, myself, theories, Uncategorized |
my struggle to live beyond the 4 walls of an office begin here. stifled and uninspired, i awaited my departure from the environment, anticipating the day i would get laid off or come across my dream spot (or gold-bearing partner, whichever came first that would emancipate me from the 9 to 5 shackles). it’s not…
best camping in ontario
| May 18, 2008 | Posted by caroline under lifestyle, travels, Uncategorized |
My friends and I are trying to figure out the best place to go camping in Ontario. We’re not against the idea of crossing into Quebec, since half our friends are coming from Montreal. But really, we need to make it something halfway between Toronto and Montreal. Anyway, last year we went to a camping…
