Holy Crap, You want to do what? in Toronto? huh?

So, after a very long period of unblogging, I've decided, no... that's not accurate. I've been guilted... into starting up again. Albeit, for a very good reason - accountabilty... which for a procrastinator tends to be elusive... on purpose.

I have new friends. They go to my morning bootcamp. Funny how that happened... but maybe I'll blog about that tomorrow and today, I'll focus on my relentless journey to be healthy. #fail

Oh but what about Toronto you say? Okay, let's get on with it. I'm in Toronto building a new team for my department and company back home. According to my boss, there's not really anyone else who could pull it off, but hey, she's a master manipulator and now I'm sitting on my beige bed, surrounded by beige walls in a very beige and maroon Marriott in Yorkville. not that there's anything wrong with Beige... it just all starts to blend in after some time.

So... I joined a bootcamp, met some new friends, built stronger relationships with other friends in Calgary, and now I'm in Toronto. I seriously don't know how these things happen to me. Glad to see the Toronto ladies again - have seen VG and AS, but haven't yet connect with LA - that'll be this week. The 'dreaded' week. The week that shall not be named, although I know I've already talked about it, so it will be acknowledged. I'll take ACCOUNTABILITY for that one - it's my own damned fault.

Again, back to fitness. Before the trip to the T-dot, I sprained my SI Joint doing some deadlifts and Kettle bell swings with bad technique. Now I'm in 'rehab' because my 'ass doesn't work' (according to my trainer DM). Great, let's get that booty off it's lazy-ass and get it contributing. shit. Only me.

Today I did my workout even though my ASS hurt from yesterday's and my back is starting to feel much better, thank you very much. The other 'gym rats' at Marriott seemed rather 'concerned' about my fitness choices and even tried to ask me questions, while doing their biceps curls, about why I was lying face-down trying to touch my toe to my opposite shoulder. I pretended to be non-english speaking. desperate times, my friends, desperate times. I really don't have a choice but to follow DM's advice on this one. and so this month, will be all about fixing/rehabing my ass and back. huh. fitting for my birthday month. 39 is still not acceptable.

Food-wise it does not help that the Longos is next door. but it does help that there is a Freshii and a starbucks on every corner. Okay on that note, i'm off to do some work (which is why I live in a Marriott, afterall).

Shake it like a polariod pictures, my lovelies!!! xoxox, me.