tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83105894538627757402024-03-14T01:26:20.295-07:00Ask Ms. SlimMs. Slimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788280040121715850noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-56587615428837303392015-05-10T17:57:00.001-07:002015-05-11T20:53:00.068-07:00Stop being a doormat<div style="text-align: right;">
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Ms. Slim is having some epic growing pains on the career front. Okay, "epic" is an exaggeration, but I can sure feel them. Learning to stand up for myself isn't easy.<br />
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Until recently, I had avoided out-and-out conflict at work, preferring to surrender rather than cross swords. This habit hasn't always stood me in good stead, as you might imagine. <br />
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In my no-longer-quite-so-new role, playing the nice card doesn't work as well as it did when I was assisting a high-powered manager. Luckily for me, our on-the-ball HR department recently organized a series of webinars on... how to navigate difficult conversations. Jackpot! I couldn't make all of the sessions, but the ones I heard were packed with useful information.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this quote. I wish Queen Elizabeth had<br />
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Did you know there are techniques you can use to state your case clearly so that you don't feel tempted to back down?! Mind-blowing! That there are ways to describe a problem without immediately raising the other person's hackles? That it's possible to respond to excuses, threats, defensiveness or statements you disagree with in such a way as to get your message heard?<br />
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Obviously, two webinars do not an ex-doormat make, which also means that it will be a while before I can give you any tips of my own. In the meantime, grow your straight-up vocabulary with a little help from <a href="https://www.americanexpress.com/us/small-business/openforum/articles/10-perfect-phrases-to-resolve-any-conflict/?intlink=us-openf-read-more" target="_blank">Barry Moltz's powerhouse phrases</a>. While you're at it, read <a href="http://www.elephantconversations.com/managing-difficult-conversations-do-you-know-when-to-shut-up/" target="_blank">Do you know when to shut up?</a> to find out why less (in the way of words) can be more.<br />
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Excuse me while I pick myself up off the floor.:)<br />
<br />Ms. Slimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788280040121715850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-34719098957129493322015-05-06T20:00:00.003-07:002015-05-11T20:53:40.925-07:00Recipe alert: Leek, eggplant and tomato roastToday's leek, eggplant and tomato roast falls into the happy-accident recipe category. A good friend was coming over for lunch on the weekend, and I had a leek and some Campari tomatoes to use up, not to mention a skinny Japanese eggplant and a plump orphan garlic clove. Tada! Necessity gave birth to this pleasant culinary invention.<br />
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It takes all of 10 minutes from fridge to oven, another 35 minutes of roasting, and then you're away to the races. Read on to find out how to make this irresistibly easy dish.<br />
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Leek, eggplant and tomato roast</b></span><br />
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Ingredients:</h3>
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<li>8-10 Campari tomates, halved</li>
<li>1 leek, minus dried out or damaged leaves, sliced in 1/2" rounds</li>
<li>1 smallish Japanese eggplant</li>
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<ul>
<li>1-2+ cloves garlic, minced</li>
<li>1 Tbsp balsamic vinegar </li>
<li>1 Tbsp olive oil</li>
<li>1 tsp+ herbes de Provence </li>
<li>salt and pepper, to taste</li>
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Preparation:</h3>
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<li>Preheat oven to 400F and set a rack in the centre.</li>
<li>Line baking pan with parchment paper.</li>
<li>Wash and chop vegetables.</li>
<li>Mince garlic.</li>
<li>Toss vegetables in balsamic vinegar and olive oil, then add minced garlic, herbes de Provence, salt and pepper.</li>
<li>Once vegetables are evenly covered, pour onto the baking pan. (And modify suggested amounts of balsamic and olive oil as needed. I added both liquids by guess and by gosh, and these are my best estimates.)</li>
<li>For best results, set the tomatoes cut-side down on the parchment paper. They will cook best this way. There's no need to do this for the leek or eggplant rounds.</li>
<li>Pop pan into preheated oven. Bake for 25 to 35 minutes, or as long as it takes for vegetables to turn into mouth-watering medley.</li>
<li>Serve as hot side to a main dish -- say <b><a href="http://askmsslim.blogspot.ca/2015/05/recipe-alert-leek-and-spinach-frittata.html" target="_blank">leek and spinach frittata</a></b>, for instance.:) You'll like the way the sweet, savoury and smoky flavours mingle.</li>
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Tell me how it goes!<br />
<br />Ms. Slimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788280040121715850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-49813640965641867882015-05-04T22:19:00.001-07:002015-05-18T13:00:10.978-07:00Recipe alert: Leek and spinach frittata<br />
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I've missed blogging away for you over the past 2 weeks. Between beautiful, sunny days, a month of free Netflix, shopping for (pretty) curtains, proofing a friend's job application and serving as a main course for a swarm of woman-eating black flies whose bites I mistook for the work of bed bugs, life has been on the full side. Thank God for good friends, kind parents, a nice boss, and yoga!<br />
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You'll be glad to hear that I haven't neglected cooking, though, and that I've invented two splendid, simple recipes for you to try: a <b>leek and spinach frittata</b> garnished with slices of Campari tomatoes, and a <a href="http://askmsslim.blogspot.ca/2015/05/recipe-alert-leek-eggplant-and-tomato.html" target="_blank"><b>side dish of roasted veggies</b></a> using the leftover leeks and Camparis, plus a Japanese eggplant.<br />
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Tonight, I have just enough time to divulge the secret of the toothsome...<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Leek and Spinach Frittata</b></span><br />
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Ingredients:</h3>
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<li>ghee or butter and coconut oil</li>
<li>2 c baby spinach leaves, washed and chopped</li>
<li>1 leek, chopped in 1/4" rounds (use the deep-green leaves, too, but cut away any that are tough or dry)</li>
<li>15 egg whites (or 1 x 500g container of egg whites or 7.5 eggs)</li>
<li>1/4 c Parmesan cheese </li>
<li>1 tsp thyme</li>
<li>pinch of nutmeg</li>
<li>salt and pepper, to taste</li>
<li>2-3 Campari tomatoes, sliced in rounds </li>
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<li>Rinse the leeks and spinach separately. Get rid of as much sand or dirt as you can.</li>
<li>Chop the leeks and spinach.</li>
<li>Preheat oven to 400F. Make sure one of the racks is in the middle. </li>
<li>Put a 9.5" oven-friendly frying pan on medium.</li>
<li>Once it heats up -- not before -- add enough ghee to cover the bottom of the pan. (Ghee gives the frittata a deeper flavour and a nice density.)</li>
<li>Pour in the chopped leeks. Saute them until they get soft, but not flaccid.</li>
<li>Add the spinach. Saute it until it wilts and the leek rounds are quite soft and almost falling apart.</li>
<li>Scrape the leek and spinach mixture out of the frying pan into a separate container.</li>
<li>Wash frying pan and grease inside with coconut oil. </li>
<li>Pour egg whites into a bowl. Whisk them a little: you don't need to do much.</li>
<li>Add Parmesan cheese, herbes de Provence, salt, pepper, and nutmeg.</li>
<li>Add leek and spinach mixture.</li>
<li>Quickly stir everything together.</li>
<li>Pour mixture into greased frying pan.</li>
<li>Decorate with rounds of Campari tomatoes. If you feel so moved, mill some pepper over the top. </li>
<li>Set frying pan on middle rack in preheated oven.</li>
<li>Set timer for ca. 25 minutes. It make take longer for your frittata to cook. You'll know it's ready when the edges are golden and your egg pie swells up in the centre.</li>
<li>Let it cool, then cut it in wedges.</li>
<li>Pair with a side of roasted leeks, tomates and eggplant, and congratulate yourself on a job well done.</li>
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Next up: simple and succulent roasted veggies... Stay tuned!<br />
<br />Ms. Slimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788280040121715850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-62052458669528483292015-04-20T22:04:00.004-07:002015-05-11T20:54:53.193-07:00Gained weight? Gratitude can help you out.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVvRNHMpUC0W0rZ3P6ts-irS-bnn8d9JFZ44Xrkt7rqkkCcZpvohNPdQiVf9ELrghV5fS3kLGteMrOEKCquNjmCnzXkQkt48jmPkp3MxcFDT9k_0CKUXjO6biBUxIFB1EE8dPNsYsJfE/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVvRNHMpUC0W0rZ3P6ts-irS-bnn8d9JFZ44Xrkt7rqkkCcZpvohNPdQiVf9ELrghV5fS3kLGteMrOEKCquNjmCnzXkQkt48jmPkp3MxcFDT9k_0CKUXjO6biBUxIFB1EE8dPNsYsJfE/s1600/images.jpg" width="198" /></a>Ms. Slim is not looking her slimmest -- or even slim at all -- these days. This is something I ought to <br />
be able to laugh about or let go of, knowing that I'm doing all I can to change the situation for the better. Instead, I frowned my way through Friday, nearly turning several unfortunate passersby into stone statues along Commercial Drive. Once I finally got a grip, I decided I'd write a special post urging those of you who mope over weight gain to do the opposite, and go for gratitude instead.<br />
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It's easier said than done, of course, especially when the number on your scale passes the tipping point. But beating yourself up about an extra pound or two (or more:S) isn't going to help you change your habits or fit into the clothes you're saving for a slim day. It will, however, sap your energy and make it harder for you to change your habits for the better.<br />
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<b>So what does work, both to keep you and everyone around you sane, and to get you back on track?</b> <b>Counting your blessings!</b><b></b> <b>If you're having a bad day on the health front, remind yourself of your assets, inside and out</b>: the brightness of your eyes; your sense of adventure; your magic hands; your deadly wit; the way you bring people together. Perhaps you're surrounded by a wonderful community or a beautiful family. Maybe you love your work or have a hobby that fires you up. There's a good chance that you live in a democratic society with the rights and freedoms that come with it, not to mention clean drinking water, three square meals a day, and a long list of other bonuses besides... In sum, there are bound to be things about your life that make it glow; the hard part is remembering them when you feel like you've smacked head-first into a problem and have the bruises to prove it.<br />
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When this happens, dear reader, do yourself and the world a favour: pick yourself up, give yourself a shake, and follow it up with a gratitude injection. Wondering where to start? Watch this <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHv6vTKD6lg" target="_blank">geeky clip on gratitude and happiness</a>. Or find yourself a copy of M.J. Ryan's <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Attitudes-Gratitude-Give-Receive-Everyday/dp/1573241490" target="_blank">Attitudes of Gratitude</a></i>, which is perfect for morning, bedtime or bathroom reading, and guaranteed to get you in the gratitude groove.<br />
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See you on the sunny side of the street.:)Ms. Slimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788280040121715850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-77615557791182508102015-04-12T14:40:00.003-07:002015-05-10T18:01:11.775-07:00Has your period stopped? You may be eating too much soy.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdWn4FjaeJ5li7SL84nNT6dTJb4rKzKOPVFJSHGXBMb8tbInyqtuQOyCoaINlptcWbSZL909nhXYlkbzqJdpAIExhF2Ra65F2YmYIAK__T0_G_eMB_fqbybnqFWK7jdQTgIhG5x_qTsY/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdWn4FjaeJ5li7SL84nNT6dTJb4rKzKOPVFJSHGXBMb8tbInyqtuQOyCoaINlptcWbSZL909nhXYlkbzqJdpAIExhF2Ra65F2YmYIAK__T0_G_eMB_fqbybnqFWK7jdQTgIhG5x_qTsY/s1600/images.jpg" /></a>Ladies, if soy is a staple of your diet and you've stopped getting your period, your favourite vegetable protein may be part of the problem.<br />
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Say what?! Really. Read on. <br />
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If you've browsed <a href="http://askmsslim.blogspot.ca/2015/02/lchaim-and-farewell-to-single-minded.html" target="_blank">Goodbye, anorexia!</a>, you'll know that I had <i>amenorrhea</i>, the technical term for not menstruating, for several years. There were some undeniable positives to the situation: no tampons, pads or blood stains, no irrational chocolate cravings, and above all, no PMS!<br />
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The pros paled, however, in comparison with the cons. Here are the worst of the bunch:<br />
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<li>you can lose bone density, increasing your risk of developing osteoporosis;</li>
<li>your sex drive may drop; and</li>
<li>getting pregnant is out of the question (so far as I know.:)).</li>
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Except during the years when I wasn't eating enough, none of my doctors, kind and dedicated as they were, had any idea why my period was MIA. They eliminated the usual suspects, from pregnancy to stress to a highly active lifestyle, and even prescribed me a hormone. Still nothing.<br />
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Then, eureka! On Christmas Day 2013 -- while at church, of all places:) -- I got my
period for the first time in ages. By the New Year, it had gone underground again. There was a silver lining, though. When my period came back for good this January, I finally realized why it had been gone for so long.<br />
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Tofu -- cheap, easy to prepare and vegetarian-friendly -- had been my go-to protein source for years. What I hadn't realized is that the <a href="http://authoritynutrition.com/is-soy-bad-for-you-or-good/" target="_blank">isoflavines found in soy protein can mimic the hormone estrogen</a>. They can bind to estrogen receptors, taking the place of the real McCoy. Since soy doesn't have the same properties as estrogen, it presumably can't do everything this hormone can. One of the things it might not be able to do -- this is my theory -- is trigger menstruation.<br />
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When I finally connected the dots this spring, I could see that the times when I menstruated coincided with the times when I was eating only small amounts of soy. Before my Christmas miracle, I'd been sharing meals with my parents for at least a week. Their diet is rich in animal protein, and tofu makes only rare appearances on the menu.<br />
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What about this January? In the New Year, I was happily chowing down on an abundance of meat, fish and eggs. Tofu wasn't out of the picture, but it certainly wasn't shouldering the burden for providing me with protein, as it had in the past.<br />
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March was the clincher. I went back to tofu in a big way. Just like that, period off. And when I started eating meat, fish and eggs in April and dialed back on the tofu... period on!<br />
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I wish I could say this was a scientific account backed up by reams of carefully conducted research. It isn't. That said, if you have amenorrhea and you eat soy -- and you're not pregnant, unusually stressed, underweight or exercising like an elite athlete -- try an experiment. Kibosh the soy, or at the very least, stop eating so much of it. <a href="http://thepaleodiet.com/what-to-eat-on-the-paleo-diet/" target="_blank">Go Paleo</a>, if it helps. With any luck, you'll get the curse again.:) Ms. Slimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788280040121715850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-28486248516301873772015-04-03T07:12:00.004-07:002015-04-03T07:24:09.005-07:00Oscarina the Grouch<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinh1wFrZdlndlOTSr43JYZhztiMvTz5dK1ve6tCFJ4HL2z-6oNzpD9wL94g4irQ4ix7Vb7c097FG7TWVW7qxQ3rSCgueHvX5U30Z9jMS6DmqmTAC9dtGnTKZw_MLxj-lC_nls06GM_HjI/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinh1wFrZdlndlOTSr43JYZhztiMvTz5dK1ve6tCFJ4HL2z-6oNzpD9wL94g4irQ4ix7Vb7c097FG7TWVW7qxQ3rSCgueHvX5U30Z9jMS6DmqmTAC9dtGnTKZw_MLxj-lC_nls06GM_HjI/s1600/images.jpg" /></a>This has not been a banner week for me. Yesterday night found me sitting on my kitchen floor between the fridge and the garbage can, munching on the goodies I'd bought at a bake sale earlier in the day -- and consigned to the garbage can minutes earlier to avoid a situation like this one. After all, what income-generating North American woman in her right mind fishes food out of her own garbage?! Me, apparently. Then again, I wasn't in my right mind. I was Oscarina the Grouch.<br />
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Here are some of the random events that led up to my grumpy cross-legged chomp-down:<br />
- my parents' car was broken into while they were away on holidays, in part because I didn't put on their Club lock;<br />
- for good measure, I then added a light scratch to the bumper of my dad's second car, his beloved red Honda;<br />
- at work, I've been expending a lot of energy monitoring how I communicate with my immediate manager, who's easily irritated by the straight talk that comes naturally to me;<br />
- my wardrobe and I do not appreciate one another, and I refuse to buy new clothes until I reach my target size and shape;<br />
- I need to screw up the courage to tell an acquaintance how her inconsiderate behaviour is affecting me rather than quietly avoiding her, but keep putting off the moment of truth;<br />
- when my parents invited me over for dinner -- <i>after </i>I'd told them about the fates of their cars, to which they'd responded in the nicest possible way -- I lit into my jetlagged mom on a topic I can't even remember.<br />
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Looked at like that, I haven't had as tough a time as I've been making out. In fact, I've been making other people's lives tough. I've got some growing up to do, including saving enough to buy a car of my own.<br />
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Fortunately, this is a good time to start. I have five days of holidays, beginning this morning. And Easter weekend is going to be a time of rest, relaxation, and connection with near ones and dear ones.<br />
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I wish the same for you.<br />
<br />Ms. Slimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788280040121715850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-48296955161781997012015-03-29T13:32:00.001-07:002015-04-13T19:27:59.896-07:00Not achieving your goal? Take the pressure down a notch.I used to tie myself up into a very tight knot when I wasn't making headway toward a goal.<br />
These days, I still waste energy this way, but I have a trick to help me out. <br />
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You know the proverb, a watched kettle never boils? Stop watching the kettle. That's it, in a nutshell. Take away the pressure. Focus on a part of your life where you *can* make progress. Let go!<br />
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One day, my friend decided his approach wasn't working. Instead of running himself into the ground or giving up on his goal, he put the marathon on hold, took his workouts down several notches, and found new and absorbing things to focus on.<br />
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He learned to play the guitar and volunteered to help a Somali refugee get established in Canada. At the same time, slowly and gently, and without the pressure of a deadline, he built up his strength and stamina.<br />
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One year, one musical skill and a minimum of one friend richer, my friend ran his first marathon. Guess what? No shin splints. <br />
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<b>What about you?</b> Do you have a goal you want to meet and can't seem to? Could you drop the deadline for now and focus on another area of your life where you *are* making progress?</div>
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Ms. Slimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788280040121715850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-20269446804356669752015-03-29T13:05:00.003-07:002015-05-06T19:22:13.058-07:00Recipe alert: Make your own pesto<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW2Wifeif86lI2enCIrYxaiD09lXYQDeL2gZNDfjXXvSjr2miqYPV2-F3VOukF6t-_yKMIZx8509Cj5IdvB6ID42EfQCp8DAnFJZJ-WIZXUT-hoyctKaNwhGusa_RmfT08xfl5vJ8WyXI/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW2Wifeif86lI2enCIrYxaiD09lXYQDeL2gZNDfjXXvSjr2miqYPV2-F3VOukF6t-_yKMIZx8509Cj5IdvB6ID42EfQCp8DAnFJZJ-WIZXUT-hoyctKaNwhGusa_RmfT08xfl5vJ8WyXI/s1600/images.jpg" /></a><a href="http://fedandfit.com/2013/05/23/roasted-garlic-paleo-pesto/" target="_blank">Fedandfit's divine cheese-free pesto recipe</a> is perfect for spring. In fact, it's perfect for any season, as long as you know where to find cheap, fresh basil. Should you have the good fortune to live in Vancouver, you can buy the entire (short) ingredient list at the West End's <a href="http://www.yelp.ca/biz/aria-market-vancouver-2" target="_blank">Aria </a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" target="_blank">Market</a>. <br />
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Your friendly test-kitchen chef made a velvety green batch this morning, replacing the pine nuts with walnuts, which were easier to come by and easier on the wallet. You could do this, too. Other substitutes that would work nicely in the place of pine nuts (I think:)) include cashews, hazelnuts, pumpkin and sunflower seeds.<br />
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Lastly, you don't need a food processor, even though <a href="http://fedandfit.com/2013/05/23/roasted-garlic-paleo-pesto/" target="_blank">Fedandfit's recipe</a> calls for one. A regular or immersion blender works just as well.<br />
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Happy spring!<br />
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Ms. Slimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788280040121715850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-30055337463373311192015-03-13T22:29:00.003-07:002015-03-13T23:02:03.021-07:00Getting inspiration close to (and far from) homeI'm surrounded by friends and family members who inspire me. They are down-to-earth, kindhearted people, and their successes bring a smile to my lips. Here's a random sampling of the challenges they're tackling:<br />
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<li>living in South Korea for six months, and attending university *in Korean*;</li>
<li>completing a master's degree while working full time, with plans to help women in the developing world;</li>
<li>raising children and keeping a family running smoothly, and showing love and good judgment in good times and in bad;</li>
<li>simultaneously studying to become a nurse, working in a care home and teaching ballet (not to mention filling people's days with sunshine);</li>
<li>looking after a sibling who experienced a particularly nasty divorce, and helping him get back on his feet;</li>
<li>caring for a mother who has dementia whilst running a business in which it's tough to make ends meet, and doing so with humour and grace;</li>
<li>teaching marvellous and affordable community yoga and pilates classes -- in her seventies(!);</li>
<li>succeeding in the high stakes game of options trading, having carefully experimented and taught himself about the field for years.</li>
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Although the narrator admittedly comes across as a bit of a drip at times, the excerpts from Mother's Teresa's letters are something else. Did you know, for instance, that this wonderful woman had something very like a severe case of depression for 50 years, yet still founded a religious order which now ministers to the poorest and sickest people around the world? That's inspiration for you!Ms. Slimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788280040121715850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-86017351961707970892015-03-11T21:07:00.004-07:002015-04-13T19:25:05.800-07:00Turning envy into energyEver had a friend tell you about something great she's doing and felt a twinge of envy deep within? It happens to the best of us.<br />
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Fortunately, in spite of its nefarious qualities, envy has an upside. It's absolutely brilliant at uncovering the things we want. Consequently, envy can give us the swift kick in the seat of the pants that sets us on the path to positive action, provided we take the time to reframe our thoughts.<br />
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The next time envy strikes, try this:<br />
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<li>Ask yourself if your reaction is telling you something about your own goals and desires. Is starting an herb garden, getting certified as a yoga instructor, making a trip to Antarctica suddenly becoming a higher priority? What is it that you really, <i>really </i>want? </li>
<li>Use the sense of urgency you're feeling to figure out how you'll achieve your goal.</li>
<li>Get started on step one of your action plan.</li>
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Knowing what you want and working to achieve it is the best way I can think of to thwart envy and channel its energy in a positive direction. Why eat your heart out when you can celebrate some else's good fortune wholeheartedly?</div>
Ms. Slimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788280040121715850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-77015746383848645652015-02-17T22:24:00.002-08:002015-04-12T15:13:54.473-07:00Goodbye, anorexia!In January, I got a present: my period. I hadn't had it for over ten years, not counting Christmas Day 2013, when it mysteriously, wondrously and briefly reappeared in the middle of a church service.<br />
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In hindsight, I can't help but smile at my cluelessness. I couldn't figure out why I was moody and craving chocolate (more than usual), or what made my breasts tender of a sudden. Nor did the bloating tip me off. Any other woman of 35 would have known what was up, but not me. I'd been periodless for so long that I chalked it up to a lingering symptom of the flu.<br />
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The prodigal period is back for good, and I'm grateful through and through. Roll your eyes if you like: I won't be offended. My period is the sign I've been waiting for, the confirmation that my body has fully recovered from a relatively short but nasty period of self-imposed starvation. I had given up on it, and here it is!<br />
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From the outside, you'd never know I'd weighed just shy of 100 lbs at my slightest. You wouldn't guess that I had lost so much hair, I thought I would have bald patches for the rest of my life. Or that I was still pinching what I imagined was fat around my waist -- it was skin, actually -- when there wasn't any fat left to go. Today, like many Canadian women my age, I'm doing my darndest to watch what I eat and exercise regularly in hopes of keeping the scale from creeping up.<br />
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I won't pretend I don't look in the mirror every day to gauge where I'm at, size-wise. I'm rather obsessive this way. And yes, I still miss the petite gal I used to be. Thank God, though, I finally understand that the single-minded pursuit of skinny is a dead end.<br />
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To anyone reading this blog who might wish to be feather-light and Twiggy slim: if this isn't your natural shape and size, please choose a more enriching goal. It's not that being fit and healthy aren't admirable objectives. They are. By all means, drop a size or two on the way there. But if you're genuinely carrying a few pounds too many, losing fat ought to be a byproduct of making good decisions. It shouldn't happen because you're so restricting your diet and beefing up your exercise routine that you lose sight of all else.<br />
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Take it from someone who has lived through both binge-eating disorder and anorexia: set your sights on skinny and you risk focusing so narrowly on one objective that you lose touch with life, with the people you care for, and the interesting, good and true parts of yourself that need your TLC to develop.<br />
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Many things will bring you more happiness than having a double-0 waist. Take these, for example: charity, strength, kindness, courage, honesty, patience and good judgment. Or what about these: a partner and children you love with all your heart, a calling or a cause you're passionate about, friends and family who brighten your every day. Feed your creativity and your heart, and forget starving your body and mind. L'Chaim!Ms. Slimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788280040121715850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-64904594745797761662015-01-24T13:29:00.000-08:002015-05-11T20:58:14.644-07:00Recipe alert: Easy cauliflower tabouleh<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDA-wjpCCFd0rX1trc2PAaLf31ybyqJBILyXfrArTqsntx9gKTyhLMmvOyhU536UoxG_l4o5Guv7ZvDLjNbVDdyzxmbBF0gfTESfQQIEX62LVe8ATU9JCggckkRMdZlY246XU7K-mpZpM/s1600/images3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDA-wjpCCFd0rX1trc2PAaLf31ybyqJBILyXfrArTqsntx9gKTyhLMmvOyhU536UoxG_l4o5Guv7ZvDLjNbVDdyzxmbBF0gfTESfQQIEX62LVe8ATU9JCggckkRMdZlY246XU7K-mpZpM/s1600/images3.jpg" width="400" /></a>In the past, I haven't been a big fan of cauliflower. This was especially true in 2014, when it was <br />
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You really should try this quick and easy <a href="http://paleogrubs.com/cauliflower-tabbouleh" target="_blank">cauliflower tabbouleh</a>. I'm certain you'll like it. It would be especially refreshing on a hot day -- not the middle of January, which is the time I've picked to share it with you. Try garnishing it with avocado and serving it with steamed green beans or roasted asparagus and a nice salmon steak. You could also throw in some diced coloured bell peppers to give it more colour.<br />
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2 eggs<br />
2 stalks kale<br />
1/2 onion, chopped<br />
1 tbsp. coconut oil<br />
1 tbsp. apple cider vinegar<br />
1/4 jalapeno, chopped<br />
4-5 olives, pitted and diced<br />
1 tsp. dried basil<br />
1 tsp. chili powder<br />
Salt and pepper to taste<br />
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<li>Sautee onion, kale in coconut oil.</li>
<li>When onions are soft, add apple cider vinegar.</li>
<li>Add spices and sautee for 3-5 minutes more.</li>
<li>Scoop out mixture and put into small ramekins.</li>
<li>Add diced olives and jalapenos.</li>
<li>Crack an egg over mixture.</li>
<li>Bake at 400F for 10-15 min. or until egg is cooked.</li>
<li>Serve with a side of sauerkraut and avocado for a delicious breakfast/brunch!</li>
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Do you ever catch yourself thinking petty thoughts or realize you're getting hot under the collar over a minor inconvenience? Blame someone because you don't want to accept your part in a misunderstanding? Or walk away from a situation in which another person could use your help?<br />
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I've been guilty of all of the above. I suspect you have been, too. It's natural, in the sense that we are all creatures of dark and light. But that doesn't mean that bad behaviour is right or inevitable. <br />
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Over the past few years, I've noticed darkness seeping into my character little by little. I've seen compassion dim, and courage take a back seat in my life (not that I was especially courageous to begin with.:)) Fortunately for me, some of my jerkazoid reactions have finally caught up with me -- at work, where the consequences of my actions will be painful and materialize faster than in other parts of my life.<br />
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This particular <i>prise de conscience</i> has been five months in the making. When September began, I stepped into a promotion. I was thrilled to be exchanging my old title and responsibilities for more glamorous ones. I knew my manager-to-be wasn't as alert or quick-thinking as the one I was leaving. But I wanted the promotion, and I decided I would find a way to work smoothly with her. The best-laid plans...<br />
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At first, we got along. Just. The moment I stepped into my new role, I set about reorganizing electronic filing systems, updating letters and forms, reinventing and documenting data-entry processes, and generally feeling smug about how smart I was. Manager #2 let me forge ahead, albeit with some reluctance, and I got into the habit of disrespecting her when I thought she had said or done something stupid. (I am admitting to this not because I'm proud of it, but because honesty is the best policy in a case like mine, and the only way to cure meanness.)<br />
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Five months later, I'm reaping the crop I've sown: especially scratchy brambles. It's not a happy result, but I hope it will teach me the importance of virtues like respect, compassion, courage, humility and patience.<br />
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This short chapter of my life has gotten me thinking about the meaning of character and integrity. If you, like me, are interested in learning more more about them, I would recommend a <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/guest-insights/post/leadership-character-a-six-part-series-by-west-points-col-eric-kail/2011/04/04/AGSg1DPH_blog.html" target="_blank">series of essays on character and leadership</a> that I found in the Washington Post. It's a light and interesting way to get started.Ms. Slimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788280040121715850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-2719160310007037572015-01-12T20:09:00.000-08:002015-01-22T20:25:46.223-08:00Funny Monday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It feels absolutely bloody marvellous to sit at home sipping mineral water and mint tea whilst typing away quietly for a few minutes. What a day it's been!<br />
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To begin with, I have my period. This is not an earth-shattering event, I realize, but since it's an annual occurrence at most (the last time I had my P, it started on Christmas Day 2013, and before that, it had been years), I'm not as good at managing it as I might be. It also explains why, on Saturday, my body felt as bruised as if I'd had a CrossFit workout the day before. So I'm annuating. Besides that, my scalp is at its driest and flakiest. This is not a beauty week.<br />
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On a positive note, work went well today. I had gotten myself into a knot about returning to my post after Christmas; when on holidays, I tend to romanticize laze time and make up reasons why I don't enjoy my job. But now that I'm back in the groove, I can see how lucky I am to be surrounded by a team of honest, hard-working people.<br />
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My immediate supervisor is kind and hasn't the slightest tendency to micromanage. She encourages me in anything that will help me to learn or grow. Our assistant, who was a little crusty when I first joined the team in September, volunteered to help me send out a mailing this morning, and in a friendly way alerted me to the fact that bits of my scalp were coming adrift on my shoulders so I could take care of the cosmetic emergency.<br />
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Some ad copy I had come up with didn't sit well with my Ueberboss, but she pointed out its weaknesses calmly and constructively, and I was able to make the changes she asked for quickly. She is a damn good manager.<br />
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So, a funny day, a bit. I'm just glad for the cosy silence in my apartment, and for the time to put a few things to rights at home. (There was no yoga for me tonight, period oblige.)Ms. Slimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788280040121715850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-73673891143737814502015-01-07T21:14:00.001-08:002015-01-22T20:25:58.931-08:00Je suis Charlie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFs2RdoNdeq2WTunSF8crxthKBADTN3NCKKagwvb8lyJX9LPfdNqws5tLrULfVUcaBy3aCRwSlQJ8EJhPwD5IJjOHT0xc-eR7o4ZnndIUhyphenhyphentWrx4Ei3fLxCQ7Eol-AL2jGaiz4O6W32eM/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFs2RdoNdeq2WTunSF8crxthKBADTN3NCKKagwvb8lyJX9LPfdNqws5tLrULfVUcaBy3aCRwSlQJ8EJhPwD5IJjOHT0xc-eR7o4ZnndIUhyphenhyphentWrx4Ei3fLxCQ7Eol-AL2jGaiz4O6W32eM/s1600/images.jpg" /></a>Wednesday's usually my night to relax and cocoon. Now that Christmas and New Year's have passed, I'm settling back into my cosy old routine, with a twist: instead of tea on my night table, I've brewed myself a cup of delightfully dark decaf, and added a square of Lindt chocolate to complete the experience. A heavenly combination.<br />
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What's going down otherwise?<br />
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In the world culinary, I've found two recipes to test over the next few days: <a href="http://strangekitty.ca/wednesday-noms-hunter-stew/">hunter stew</a> and <a href="http://paleogrubs.com/butternut-squash-soup-recipe">roasted butternut squash soup</a>, both of which I discovered thanks to <a href="http://www.paleogrubs.com/">Paleo Grubs</a>.<br />
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And now for more serious news... On the way home from work today, I saw a group of quiet but determined people, some wearing or bearing white signs, on the steps of the Vancouver Art Gallery and in the square immediately before it. The VAG -- gotta love the acronym -- is often the site of peaceful demonstrations. This time, a sombre atmosphere pervaded the square. There were candles glowing here and there in the small crowd, as if this were a vigil commemorating the victims of a mass murder. The language I heard as I passed by was French. When I came near enough to make out the words on a sign, I saw it read, <i>JE SUIS CHARLIE</i>.<br />
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A few hours later, sitting at my computer, I've discovered what the vigil meant. From what I can gather, three Islamic terrorists gunned down 12 employees of a satirical Paris weekly called <i>Charlie Hebdo</i> because... get this: <a href="http://www.nbcnews.com/storyline/paris-magazine-attack/paris-terror-attack-what-you-need-know-about-charlie-hebdo-n281281">the magazine published cartoons that made fun of the Prophet Muhammad</a>.<br />
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I'm not generally a fan of publications that lampoon religion, and definitely not when the motive is malice pure and simple. But I have to hand it to CH, and especially to the cartoonists and journalists who lost their lives because they had the guts to point out what's wrong with fundamentalist Islam. It doesn't strike me as a faith at all, in the positive sense of the word, but rather as a cruel and humorless ideology that <i>needs </i>to be laughed at.<br />
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Props to CH and its brave staff, and to the people who assembled the world over to show their support for the freedom of speech.Ms. Slimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788280040121715850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-89564224149001883562014-05-31T22:00:00.004-07:002015-01-22T20:42:09.295-08:00Tea with a friend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I had the loveliest experience today. A friend of mine invited me for tea on the rooftop of her apartment building. She had just finished deep cleaning the suite where she and her boyfriend had been living. Their sublease was up; her suitcases -- one big and one small -- were packed and ready to go, and our tea was the last act before the curtain would fall and she would vanish into a taxi en route to a holiday in France.<br />
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So there were we at five in the afternoon, in a beautiful, old apartment, warm with the light of the late-afternoon sun. The walls were hung with canvases from artists new to me, and there was a bookcase devoted to music and another which was home to the kind of tomes that warm my heart: books about food by some of the most passionate and prolific writerly palates of today and yesteryear.<br />
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Mlle. Montmartre had scrubbed and tidied the place until it was as neat as it must ever have been, and she had only the fridge to empty and the bedclothes to bring up from the laundry before she could leave. Yet she was apologizing for being disorganized and inconveniencing me. I couldn't help but laugh and shake my head and assure her that she was doing no such thing.<br />
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Would I like the leftovers from the fridge, she wanted to know. Of course I would! There were blueberries and strawberries, olives and five different kinds of cheeses, an untouched pat of butter, garlic, sun-dried tomatoes, artichoke hearts, an enormous jar of Dijon mustard, nearly a full bar of the best dark chocolate, a few pieces of ginger root, and other goodies besides. Heaven!<br />
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We managed to fill <i>four </i>bags with leftovers. These delicious spoils were topped off with a small collection French and English paperback novels. Then Mlle. Montmartre and I headed upstairs to the rooftop to enjoy a mug of tea in the sun. We chattered away, happy as two birds, with the West End below us and boxes of lavender and summer flowers for company.<br />
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Some people are so full of life and joy that they can't help but transmit it to those around them. Mlle. Montmartre is like that. She's as bright and sparkling as champagne. She fizzes and pops and lends charm and excitement to her surroundings. She carries a little bit of her native France with her, and spending time with her makes you feel like you've wandered into a corner of Paris.<br />
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A scant hour later, Mlle. Montmartre ran downstairs to pick up the bedclothes, still nice and warm from the dryer, and we made up the bed in record time before locking up the apartment for good and delivering the keys to the next-door neighbour. A taxi was called, and we found ourselves outside, me with my four big bags of groceries, and Mlle. Montmartre with her luggage. She insisted that I hop into the taxi with her so that I wouldn't need to carry my spoils home, and dropped me off safely in front of my building, laden down with good food and buoyed by the fun we'd have together and the plans we'd come up with for the summer.<br />
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Good friends are delightful.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-64176210951249890632014-05-17T20:09:00.001-07:002015-01-15T21:11:18.088-08:00Cleaning out your dreams closet, continuedI wasn't sure at first.<br />
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Both directors had been frank, knowledgeable, and kind. Yet my intuition was telling me in no uncertain terms that the plans I'd been incubating so carefully over the last seven years were not ones I'd be well advised to pursue. <br />
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It was a few days before I recovered enough to dig deeper. I still wanted to become a counsellor, and it was painful to admit that I might be on the way to giving up my dream. When at last I did face up to reality, I had to admit that I hadn't connected with the director of the counselling psychology program. In fact, we'd been at several wavelengths' remove. The longer we spoke, the more certain I became that my values were on a direct crash course with the school's social-justice bent. Although I wanted to help people who needed it, I was more interested in coaching than advocating for social and political change. <br />
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The outgoing director of the organizational psychology program was a different story altogether. I appreciated her warmth, business-like demeanor, and quick wit. She was clear on the relative merits and disadvantages of her program and she was <i>funny</i>. Not only that, but she was well dressed and well groomed. All this felt strangely familiar. Where had I met people like her before, I wondered. Oh, right -- as in <i>right in front of me</i>. In fundraising.<br />
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At this point in my analysis, a wise little voice from somewhere deep inside me piped up: "Forget a degree in psychology. You don't need to go there. Fundraising has everything you want already, including psychology, and it won't cost you tens of thousands of dollars to get started. You're already well on your way."<br />
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I had to agree with the WLV. I *do* like fundraising. I really like it. It's just that the grass had seemed greener on the psychology side of the fence. Consequently, I'd spent so much time gazing over the fence boards that I hadn't seen the meadow lushifying around me.<br />
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Here's the part where you might benefit from my experience. I had to do more than daydream about counselling to come to this conclusion. I had to take a good, hard look at what it was going to take to turn my counselling and coaching dream into reality. It wasn't only the chats at my school of choice that had done it. It was learning how difficult it is to start a private practice in Vancouver, how saturated the market already is, and how much effort it was going to take to get where I wanted to go. The exercise helped me to become clear about what I really wanted.<br />
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So if you've got one or two dreams in your closet that you haven't tried on for size recently, please do. Don't postpone the moment of truth indefinitely. The odds are, it will either fit you, which is what you wanted in the first place, or it won't, and you'll be able to fold it up carefully, perhaps with a sentimental sigh, then more cheerfully make way for one that does. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-91958383972138922312014-04-30T21:02:00.001-07:002015-01-15T21:10:37.882-08:00Cleaning out your dreams closetDreams are wonderful things. They inspire us, nourish us, propel us forward to new accomplishments, and often make us better. We humans are truly blessed to have them. We can also outgrow them. Sometimes, dreams need replacing, a little like clothing that has served so well we've finally worn it out or which, after years of service, doesn't suit our age and stage.<br />
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This happened to me a few weeks ago, when I laid a cherished dream to rest. As you will discover if you read on, however, I feel freer and happier now. I thought I would share the story with you in case you have a similarly outdated dream hanging in your closet.<br />
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The catalyst for this retirement was a conversation with a friend (somewhat influenced by <a href="http://youtu.be/dHbcrzkLSj8" target="_blank"><i>The </i><i>Big Bang Theory</i> episode</a> in which Penny proposes to Leonard.:)) We were talking about my aspirations so she could help me to make some important decisions. I told her what I'd been dreaming of for the last seven years, ever since I'd moved from Montreal to Vancouver. In brief, I wanted to turn my passion for mental and physical well-being into a career and, eventually, into my own business. I'd mulled over what this might look like and investigated a number of pathways, from nutritionist/personal trainer/yoga instructor to HR specialist to psychologist before settling on a combination of counsellor and life coach.<br />
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To make a long story short, we realized that I had two options: I could either keep dreaming and getting more frustrated with my life or I could act. Time has a way of speeding by, and if I didn't do something now, I wasn't likely to get around to it until it was too late.<br />
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Back at home, I proceeded to find out what it would take in terms of time, schooling and experience to go from apprentice fundraiser to counsellor/life coach. The answer: a handful of prerequisites ($2,700), two years' worth of full-time studies ($50,000), living costs ($36,000), and the courage to re-enter the work force at the bottom of the food chain. The price tag wasn't trivial, and there would be a certain amount of risk involved, but I thought I could handle it. <br />
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It took two info sessions, much web surfing and a handful of interviews with practicing counsellors before I'd narrowed down the contenders a single school. There was just one fly in the ointment. The institution in question has a strong social-justice bent, and I didn't think I shared its views entirely. As a final precaution, I made appointments to speak with two program directors -- one for each of the master's of psychology degrees I was interested in.<br />
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On a beautiful, slightly chilly spring morning, an expectant Ms. Slim found herself in the waiting room of her future alma mater. Exactly two meetings and two-and-a-half hours later, she stepped into the sunlight dazed and confused.<br />
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I'd gone in expecting to rubber stamp my plans for the future. I'd come out -- turned around. What had happened? <br />
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**Stay with me for the <a href="http://askmsslim.blogspot.ca/2014/05/cleaning-out-your-dreams-closet.html">next post</a>. I'm further from the finish line than I expected, and I don't want to foist a mammoth entry on you.** Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-67759154310295393782014-04-10T21:33:00.004-07:002014-04-15T21:37:18.672-07:00How to go out (or party in) without overindulgingIn my last post, I promised I'd share some of my triggers for eating too much at (and after) parties and, more importantly, the solutions I've come up with for avoiding this kind of social splurging. Here they are! See if anything rings true for you: perhaps you can use my coping strategies, too.<br />
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<b>Trigger 1: Post-party cleanup. </b>Often, after I close my apartment door behind the last guest and survey my apartment, I realize that I have a dispiriting amount of cleanup to do -- dispiriting at midnight on a Saturday night, at any rate, when thoughts of a comfy duvet-covered bed dance in my head. When this realization hits, it seems only logical that I should put off the inevitable by eating some of the delicious leftovers. This is a perfect procrastination mechanism, easily accomplished while standing in the kitchen halfheartedly tidying, and it makes the clean-up seem more palatable. The only problem is, by this point, I don't need anything more to eat or drink.<br />
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<b>Solution: </b>My guests are some of the nicest people around. Most of the time, at least one person offers to help me do the dishes before heading home. So, the next time I'm asked if I'd like help cleaning up, I'm going to say yes! Trust me, there's much less temptation to help yourself to another two slices of cake or five servings of cheese if you have witnesses.:) And cleaning up is easier and nicer with company.<br />
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<b>Trigger 2: Tiredness. </b>Late at night, after I've just come in from an evening out, my body seems to think food is an important part of my bed-time routine. "You need to relax before you get ready for bed," a persuasive voice purrs in my ear. "Think how tired and unmotivated you feel, and what a nice diversion it will make to eat something tasty! Just one little snack and then you'll be ready to wind down." Suffice it to say that the persuasive voice often wins me over, and my "one little snack" has a tendency to morph into an apres-dinner dinner which I heartily regret the next morning.<br />
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<b>Solution: </b>I make it as easy as possible to go to bed. If this means leaving clothes hanging on chairs instead of in the closet or going to sleep without flossing, so be it. And I firmly tell that persuasive voice how much I'd rather dream than eat, especially since breakfast is just a sleep away.:) <br />
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feeling before the bash gets underway, I tend to overindulge. Eating with abandon seems like a good idea at the time, and it's rather fun if parties are few and far between, but it's an absolute killer if it happens too often in a short time frame. <br />
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<b>Solution:</b> When I'm decently nourished from the get-go, I rarely splurge. Thus, if I haven't eaten for a few hours and am heading out or getting ready for a dinner party at home, I often have a snack -- preferably one that contains a bit of protein, a bit of carbohydrate and a bit of fat. Some of my favourite and most reliable combos are:<br />
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<li>lightly salted, roasted soya nuts </li>
<li>1/2C to 1 C of plain yogourt (any kind that's creamy and yummy) and a few nuts</li>
<li>1 C steamed green and wax beans and baby (seasoned with a dash of sweet rice vinegar), a slice or two of avocado and a boiled egg</li>
<li>a slice of extra-firm tofu, half a piece of fruit and a few nuts</li>
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You'd be surprised at how effective the pre-party snack can be. It makes a real difference for me, and I bet it will for you, too.<br />
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<b>Trigger 4: Alcohol. </b>Celebration and alcohol go hand in hand. Trouble is, even a single mixed drink or one glass of wine makes it harder for me to keep to my eat-(and-drink)-carefully-at-parties resolution, and I hate to disappoint my friends and family by teetotaling the night away. So, what's a good-natured, wine-appreciating gal to do?<br />
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<b>Solution:</b> Whenever possible, I take my drink with food and, should my host prove especially hospitable and quick to refill my glass, I usually have a glass of water going at the same time. This is especially important because I haven't yet trained myself to sip my drink in a ladylike fashion. The double-fisting technique slows down my rate of (alcohol) imbibement and pretty well nixes the threat of regrets the next morning.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-45934799223359031422014-04-06T08:32:00.003-07:002014-04-10T21:35:27.238-07:00I ate too much at a party -- again. What can I do about it?I'm typing this post the morning after a dinner party with two of my closest girlfriends. As you might imagine, we had a great time together. Today, however, I'm suffering the consequences of feasting like a half-starved medieval peasant. And believe me, I was not half-starved, nor do I look it. Thank goodness foodie souls of self control like Mireille Giuliano -- the wise and witty woman behind <a href="http://mireilleguiliano.com/section/sub/14" target="_blank">French Women Don't Get Fat</a> -- can't hear me or see me now!<br />
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Slight hangover? Tick. Overeater's remorse? Tick. In whose world is it okay to treat food, my mental disciplinarian asks me severely, as if it were a cure-all? What am I doing eating with abandon whenever the social opportunity arises? Is it not possible for me to host or attend dinner parties without spending the next 48 hours in purgatory, followed by a week of flawless behaviour to erase the effects of my rampage? (This math doesn't work anymore, by the way, since I have the great good luck to be eating with friends and family more often than once a week.)<br />
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So I made a muck of things last night. What can I do about? And if you've got the same problem, what can <i>you </i>do about it?<br />
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<b>Admit that you ate more than you wanted to, then move on.</b> You've just eaten enough to feed a sumo wrestler? It may not be easy, but you need to let go of it. Sure, it wasn't a great decision, and it moved you away from your goal of health and well-being, but it's not the end of the world. It's in
the past now, and no matter how long and hard you beat yourself up for
it, you won't be able to time travel back to change it. Not anytime soon, anyway. But you have the present with and
the future ahead of you, and you can make better decisions
starting <i>now</i>. <br />
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<b>Try again, right away. And be kind to yourself. </b>Instead of slouching through the day wrapped in a blanket of self-pity or stomping about your business with a storm cloud over your head, treat yourself and your near and dear ones with love. Eat a healthy breakfast. Get to that yoga class, or go for a walk or a run. At work, focus on moving your team's project ahead, not what you didn't do right last night.<br />
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<b>Get to know your triggers, then come up with strategies for avoiding them in the future.</b> (Caveat: You may need to come back to this step over and over again until you fill your tool kit with tricks that work.) Here are a few of my triggers:<br />
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<li>Post-party cleanup </li>
<li>Tiredness</li>
<li>Hunger </li>
<li>Alcohol</li>
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In my next post, I'll share some of the strategies that work for me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-20808258867397035292014-03-21T23:37:00.000-07:002014-04-06T00:21:53.513-07:00Beating (not eating away) the blues<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I wake up with a severe attack of the blues, as I did this morning (see preceding post for details), the teenaged part of my brain tells me that food, preferably a succession of flavorful cheese, dark chocolate, buttery pastry, decadent ice cream and my beloved pumpkin-seed butter, is the answer to my woes. Sometimes, I temporarily smother my sorrows in delicious forkfuls of sugar and fat. However, I'm getting better at acknowledging the hurt and finding constructive (read: non-culinary) ways to handle it.<br />
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All kinds of people have written and spoken about their strategies
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<b>Strategy 1: Lift your spirits. </b><br />
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<b>Get to work.</b><br />
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What tasks make you feel accomplished? Washing the car? Doing the laundry?
Taking your dog for a walk? Paying the bills? Find one or two pat-yourself-on-the-back chores and get to work. I guarantee you'll feel at least a little better once you tick them off your to-do list.<br />
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<b>Get moving and grooving</b>.<br />
Will music make
you merry or soothe your soul? Would a walk or a bike ride bump up your endorphins? Remind yourself of the simple pleasures that give you joy and get you moving, then choose one and go!<br />
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<b>Get inspired.</b><br />
Whom do you admire? What makes you want to be your best self? If you're facing pain or disappointment, it can help to hear how someone
you admire overcame hardship; if you're spiritually drained, beauty and
encouragement can refresh you. This is a good time to read poetry that makes your spirit soar, go for a hike in a gorgeous park or watch a documentary describing a cause you care about. <br />
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<b>Go social.</b><br />
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but not least, salve your spirits in pleasant society. Catch up with family or friends, run errands, go to choir practice, book club, bible study, exercise class. It doesn't matter what you do, so long as you socialize with people whose company you enjoy.<br />
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<b>Tickle your funny bone. (Yes, you still have one.)</b><br />
This works for me, and it might lift your spirits, too. Watch a comedy, read something light, or catch up on your favourite cartoon. Today, I came across <a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.ca/2011/10/adventures-in-depression.html" target="_blank">Hyperbole and a Half</a>, a comic blog which had me in stitches.<br />
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<b>Strategy 2: Define the problem; find the solution.</b><br />
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Another good way to overcome the blues is to acknowledge them and trace them to their source. Journalling is one of my favourite tactics for this because it lets me acknowledge the nasty sentiments that rush out of the dark recesses
of my mind when the going gets tough. Plus, I can do it without making a fuss. (Talking to friends and family is a good way to sort this out, too, especially if you can be calm and factual about your troubles.)<br />
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This morning, for example, I took one look at myself in the mirror and decided I was a failure. My pixie cut wasn't as cute as I thought it ought to be; I'd gained five pounds in under a month; I was thirty-four and single with no partner or children; I couldn't see any prospect of a promotion in the near future; I wasn't living up to the potential I'd shown in my early twenties; my sink was full of dirty dishes. My life, I told myself, might as well be over. After moping about for longer than I care to admit, I pulled out my trusty old journal and started to write.<br />
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Describing why I felt like a failure turned out to be just the medicine I needed. Once I could see my thoughts on paper, I realized how small and silly most of my problems were -- and if not small or silly, then manageable. There were obvious solutions to each one, to wit:<br />
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<li><b>Pixie cut:</b> Ask my stylist to cut my hair a little differently next time.</li>
<li><b>Five pounds of unwanted ballast:</b> Relax. It's not that big of a deal. Eat more veggies and less starch and fat for the next few weeks.</li>
<li><b>No other half:</b> Get out and meet people. Lesbians, specifically.:)<b> </b></li>
<li><b>Career: </b>Be patient and diligent. I'm planning to switch from fundraising to counselling, and I have two information sessions and one informational interview booked next week.</li>
<li><b>Lacklustre performance:</b> Let it go. I don't need to be the brightest star in the firmament, provided I'm contributing. Appreciate my gifts and trust that I'll shine again when the time is right.</li>
<li><b>Dirty dishes: </b>I washed them. Problem solved.:)</li>
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Feeling blue? Give journalling a try. The result is ten time more satisfying than the aftermath of an unnecessary snack, and there's a good chance you'll find you already know some of the answers to your problems. <br />
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It's spring in Vancouver: the sun's come out, and with it, the cherry blossoms. Funnily enough, spring's also brought me the blues, and I've been coping by sticking my nose between the covers of a book most days after work, and pulling my nice, warm duvet around me to keep out the cold. Naturally, coping has also meant larger meals and a sudden uptick in dark chocolate consumption...<br />
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A confession: I'm thirty-four years young and I'm experiencing a mini mid-life crisis. Rather interestingly for a lesbian who shies away from dating, I've recently decided I ought to be married with children. At times like this, I'd give so much to be a different version of me: a straight housewife with a nice husband and three lovely children -- say ages 8, 6 and 4. Of course, I'm not. Nor am I my outgoing, high-achieving alter ego, the one who speaks five languages, has lived in Beijing and rural Japan, and throws frequent dinner parties for friends and family. I'm me: pretty, quiet, charming, quick to anger and to forgive, preferring a low-key night at home or with a couple of friends to an evening ski trip or an improv comedy show.<br />
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Reality checks and unfulfilled dreams like these can be painful. The emotions they stir up can gnaw at <span id="goog_1792787641"></span><span id="goog_1792787642"></span>our bellies in a way that's impossible to ignore. As with any number of
unpleasant sentiments, it's easy to treat regrets like these as if they
were hunger pangs,
and eat to make them go away -- with the predictable result that we feel<i>
worse </i>when the temporary high dissipates and we realize that we've medicated ourselves with food.<br />
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Let's say that you, too, have a case of the spring blues and are tempted to eat your way to temporary relief. Hold on a moment. First, the upside: the blues themselves are not necessarily a bad thing. Perhaps they're pointing you to something you need to pay attention to, as other kinds of pain do when your body is in danger. In my case, I've realized it's time to start dating and move ahead with my plans for a new career. What about you? What might the blues, spring or otherwise, be telling you? And how can you overcome them without resorting to snacks? Read my next <a href="http://askmsslim.blogspot.ca/2014/03/beating-not-eating-away-blues.html" target="_blank">post</a> to find out!<br />
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January is one of my favourite months. I love sitting down at my computer or, if I'm in an old-fashioned mood, with my notebook, and coming up with goals and resolutions for the
new year. On my daily commute to work and back, I immerse myself in the
latest fitness trends and greedily eye the luscious photos of <br />
<a href="http://www.businessinsider.com/7-trendy-foods-in-2014-2014-1" target="_blank">superfoods </a>and the accompanying recipes urging me to try them at home.<br />
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January is the month <i>par excellence</i> for making changes. It's a month of hope, a month of renewal. It's the time we most often decide to do something important for ourselves: book those tickets to Tahiti; revitalize a marriage or a friendship; learn to ride a bike; start volunteering. Naturally, it's also the month when -- inevitably rather rounder than before Christmas -- we vow to lose our extra holiday pounds and any other ballast we're carrying.<br />
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In our mood of unbridled optimism, we see oh-so-clearly the path to happiness. Obviously, all it will take is getting ourselves to the gym five days a week, plus runs on Saturday mornings and a disciplined approach to meals -- salad at breakfast and lunch, soup at dinner, and absolutely no dairy or gluten, except on Mondays and Fridays.<br />
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The interesting thing is, aside from a few iron-willed mortals, this approach is guaranteed to backfire. Why? It ignores basic human nature (not to mention basic biochemistry.) We like to be full. We like to enjoy our food. And we like to feel rested and comfortable. It's no wonder that our extreme dietary resolutions go off the rails with depressing inevitability. Starving and exhausting ourselves are excellent ways to wreck our health, not improve it.<br />
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That's why I particularly liked two articles I came across in the first half of January. Story number one is about four Vancouver chefs -- Thomas Haas, Ned
Bell, Quang Dang and Dana Hauser -- and their love of food and fitness.
They're living, breathing proof that it's possible to be passionate
about food and still stay trim. Indeed, this is one of my
not-so-secret secrets about reaching and maintaining a good figure: know
thy food, love (making and eating) thy food, and find ways to stay
active that thou likest. <a href="http://www.straight.com/food/557686/vancouver-chefs-share-their-secrets-staying-shape" target="_blank">Read and enjoy</a>. You'll see what I mean.<br />
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Article number two is by a stylish and opinionated food writer who also hails from British Columbia's Lower Mainland: Mijune Pak. A couple of weeks ago, she filled up a column in the <i>West Ender</i> with <a href="http://www.followmefoodie.com/2014/01/follow-me-foodie-lighten-up-with-these-lower-cal-alternatives/" target="_blank">lighter versions of local comfort foods to taste test in January</a>. Not only did she make me want to give each of these delicacies a try, but I dug her attitude. Like the rest of us, she gained a pound or two over the holidays, but she wasn't fretting about it. They'll be gone soon, I could almost hear her say. My feeling exactly. If you want lose all traces of those lovely Christmas indulgences, forget the harsh regime. Make a few easy tweaks, stay calm and focussed, and your jeans will be the right size again before you know it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310589453862775740.post-9664295916795778492014-01-10T22:13:00.003-08:002014-01-10T22:23:16.177-08:00New Year, new focusRain is pelting against my window. It's almost time for me to turn in, but first -- to blog.<br />
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2014 is only 10 days old, and already, I've been for quite the ride. My mood has soared and plummeted with the temperature, itself unusually variable by Vancouver standards. This is partly because I've developed a few bright-red patches of irritated skin, a.k.a. eczema, on my face. My best guess is that worry and the weather are tag-teaming to bring this about. In the great scheme of things, it's a minor irritant (pun intended), but somehow, it's got my attention more than it otherwise might. Perhaps it's because it's not all that pretty or because I can't figure out the underlying cause or, more likely, because it's a sign there's something awry in the body of one Ms. Slim.<br />
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Unsexy as it is, I've been applying Vaseline to the affected areas and hoping against hope they'll clear up. In the meantime, I've cut down as much as I can on my beloved no-sugar-added chocolate. This week, I'll see whether I can live without dairy products (not easy for a woman who has three favourite varieties of plain yogourt:P). Attention to diet seems to be working, though the most helpful thing, judging by how much better my face looks on Monday mornings, is a break from work and as many good sleeps as possible.<br />
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Why am I telling you this? I thought you might appreciate it if you're prone to eczema or strange rashes. Clearly, I haven't yet solved the problem; still, sometimes it helps to know that you're not the only one with uncannily sensitive skin.<br />
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On the bright side, the rash has made it easy to focus on my number one New Year's resolution, to wit:<br />
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With resolution #1 in mind, I decided to give Dr. Andrew Weil's <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/37124.8_Weeks_to_Optimum_Health" target="_blank">8 Weeks to Optimum Health</a> </i>a read. He dispenses lots of useful advice. Week one involves five minutes of daily meditation. Before I hop into bed, I'm going to give this tactic a try.<br />
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Meanwhile, I've taken a leaf out of a friend's book and am drinking a glass of water with a squeeze of fresh lemon juice each morning before I head out. And no more coffee till this rash clears up!<br />
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