Cold Hard Painful Truth

So B had an inclination that our cheap IKEA weighing scale was not as accurate as it should be. So while Sof and I were indulging guilt-free at lunch with my Melbourne family ladies, he makes a trip to a Spotlight and purchased the top of the line digital scale he could find. Perhaps I should have waited until tomorrow morning to do this… But the cold hard painful truth slapped me right in the face…


9 pounds off?!? You mean I have been heavier than I’ve always thought???


I’m still a Fat Bastard.


Operation Skinny B*tch Update

You know whats amazing?? One week of healthy eating (with some cheat meals of pizza + Malaysian take out), 4 hours of running (with the stroller it’s twice as hard) and 3 hot yoga sessions later… I’m down 4 pounds! Could it be my ever precious Hot Pants that helping the fatness melt off so quickly? Get on it ladies! They are magical! Seriously, I just wear it under everything everyday. You barely even know I’m even sporting it. I got it in a Groupon deal but search for it online, a company called Zaggora makes it from the UK. They ship worldwide and it takes absolutely ages but its worth the wait.

Also, healthy eating is not actually that hard. Getting you minimum 5 serving of fruit and veg on a daily basis is actually quite easy. There are SO many yummy ways to cook veg like that you won’t even notice that you are eating healthy. Like B and I’s breakky this morning was smashed avocado with feta, Parmesan, fresh basil, fresh chilly, lemon with a poached egg over multigrain toast. You can’t go wrong! It’s a mixture of the right carbs and fat to kick start your day! Sprinkle a tablespoon of the magical superfood of chia seeds and you are seriously shining superstar of health! Chia is another awesome way if getting your omega 3s, fiber, and antioxidants… It also expands in your tummy when you drink water so you stay full for hours in end. I like to mix it with organic yogurt in the morning before my morning walks/runs.

So the low down is:
Last weeks weight: 120 lbs
Today’s weight: 116 Ibs
Goal weight by July 15th: 110 Ibs
I got 6 pounds to go until I’m back to pre-baby weight…
I can do this!!!

Sunday morning yoga session at home with Fifi

Soy lattes pre-run gives me that extra power to run harder

07.25 paris paris paris!

PARIS: 4:09pm on the TGV (Paris to San Sebastian, via Bordeaux + Irun)

So… I was supposed to be in Paris for 5 days.   It’s now 10 days later and I am just now leaving the city of lights. Yes, I again have officially been seduced by a city. As cliché as I may sound right now, I am joining the hundreds of people this statement. I love Paris! It’s my dream to move here! I cringe at saying that, as it seems to be the dream of every Westerner.  But I suppose there is a reason why. And I have fully experienced those reasons to the fullest.  Because I only have so much time and space in this blog (in which I can keep your attention), I will sum it up.  So here you go; a few reasons why I love Paris.

Meet my friend Caitlin.

Gaga over the Three Color Drink

I’m not only saying this because she is my other bestie, but because she is ACTUALLY one of the most wonderful, amazing, and beautiful people I know.  She is fully responsible for this Parisian seduction. But what better way to get to know a city but to be introduced to it by someone who lives + breathes + loves the same silly things you do.  Caitlin is a Pilates/yoga teacher in Paris; who learned French in the 3 years she has lived here (ce’st magnifique!). She’s a vegetarian (who will eat anything including “three color Vietnamese drink” and mysterious Asian candies), loves Marc Jacobs + Repetto (who justified, rightly so, me buying 3 pairs of ballet flats and many more), anything Japanese (hell, anything Asian and weird), reading blogs, circle lenses, Russian babushka dolls, goes to little India + Chinatown for facials/mani/pedis (thanks for one of the strangest Indian facials, not to the best pedi I’ve ever had!) and has the most wonderful cat I’ve ever met called Marcel.  Her boyfriend Alex is equally fun + crazy, even giving me my first vespa experience in a romper complete with Repettos and Longchamp.  Together they have the cutest apartment in the 18th and live a life most everyone dreams of. Living happily ever after… in Paris.  Thank you Katie for making this visit so special!

The food.

Words cannot even describe it.  I do not think I even took enough photos of everything I ate. But Pierre Herme macaroons completely changed my life! Don’t even get me started on the wine and cheese.  May I just say I am completely shocked at how wine and cheese here is so effing cheap??? Katie and I had a feast at home with cheese, baguette and steamed veggies (which we did not finish), got absolutely trashed – it only cost probably a whopping 15 euros! Thank goodness my tummy has been cooperating with me.

Pierre Herme macaroons

italian bliss at bon marche

Dessert after every meal. Yes, I can get used to this!

Parisian style + shopping

I am fully embarrassed to admit how much I have actually bought (so I won’t).  But here are photos of some of my highlights.  I also may or may not have sent a package home with some purchases that cannot fit in my luggage. Don’t judge! As for French fashion, lets just put it this way… if I lived here, I would carry a camera around with me, take photos of all the cute French women in their outfits and blog about it. I’m currently trying to get Katie to do this for me to get my fill of it so I do not rot in my staple Vancouver lululemon.

Repetto Heaven

Marc Jacobs - a quarter of the price!

Longchamp. From Paris. Not Greenhills.

My special 29th birthday.

Gila have me the best present EVER and came to spend my birthday in Paris with me! I decided I wanted to have a low-key birthday. So… Gila + I decided a day touring Notre Dame and the Louvre, having macaroons in a café, and then finish off the day with a nice dinner with Katie and Alex (complete with fois gras, sable fish, and crème brulee).  No big! The rest of Gila’s stay was filled with the regular tourist must-dos.  The Eiffel tower, Arc de Triomphe, Champs-Elysse, Museo D’Orssey, cafes, baguettes, steak frites, French pastries – you name it.  Wonderful!  I was actually quite teary eyed to see her go, despite knowing that I would see her in September. Maybe because the solo part of my trip was getting closer and closer… and I was (am) actually terrified.

Gotta love being a tourist

The French Language.

It’s completely beautiful. I am making a promise to myself (as you all as my witnesses) that I will learn this pretty language.  I am not sure how useful it will be in Vancouver but all of a sudden it is something I am determined to do.  Seeing and hearing Katie speak and learn so quickly is so inspiring.  I think I will take French classes when I get back home. So when I move here I will have no problem.  Now all I need is a reason to come here….

They have yoga too!

So I attended a couple yoga classes and one of Katie’s Pilates class.  To be taught in a completely different language is actually really refreshing.  Granted, I had no idea what the instructor was saying but because I know the practice well it was not so hard for me to follow. Honestly, it was one of the best ways to “be in the now” as I was constantly concentrating on what she might be saying that I felt fully present in my practice.  See? My yoga has even improved while on vacay! (Rassa Yoga by Notre Dam)

By the way, if you are reading this and live in Paris, you should definitely go to Katie’s Pilates class at Element (near the metro stop Vavin).  She will kick you’re a** and your core will be sore for days after. If you are nice to her, she may even take you for macaroons in her client’s trendy boutique hotel across the street!

Belly dancing may also be something I might take up again, actually.  Katie’s friend, Erin, who teaches Pilates and Belly Dance gave me a quick lesson after Pilates one day.  So much fun!!! Anyone interested in finding classes to take with me in the local Vancouver area?

Other highlights were seeing Vavi Heussaff (it has been 10 years maybe?!), the Takeshi Kitano exhibition at the Cartier Foundation, Parisian street graffiti, and I am sure I will realize I have forgotten way more that I have written about here. The list is endless!

So, that is, in a nutshell; is my Parisian world.  I hope for more Paris in my life. Bisous!