One step at a time

Good morning!

So I got an activity tracker. It’s a long story, but the gist of it is that we got one for one of my besties and I thought it was a brilliant idea, so I got one too. I know what you’re thinking, “Laziest woman in the world, why are you wasting your money?” 

I’ve never been a fan of exercise. Everybody knows that. I have spent quite a bit of time avoiding it actually. In recent years though, I’ve been trying to get my act together and be more active. So here I am in 2015 with an activity tracker masquerading as a person who gives a damn about the inches on her waistline.

Let me tell you why I like this device: it makes it all count. Because I’m prone to sloth, there are times when it’s hard to get motivated to even get the bike out from the balcony, let alone go for an actual bike ride, for example. Because my Fitbit tracks the activity from the time I get up in the morning, I’m not starting from zero by the time I have an opportunity to ‘exercise’.

The common goal for a step count is 10,000 steps a day. When I first got it, I put my goal as 5,000 because I didn’t know how many steps I did – I didn’t want to get discouraged. In the first few days, I smoked that goal. Then I went to 8,000 and soon enough I was getting close to that, so I decided to go whole hog and try to get 10,000, so I could push myself!

Here’s how my Fitbit has been working: by the time I get to work in the morning, I have 1,000 steps logged, half of them from my all-over-the-place method of getting ready in the morning. T-minus 15 minutes to walking out the door: oh, I forgot to pack my lunch (kitchen)…dammit, where’s my red shoes (my bedroom)…ack! my hair (washroom)…where’s that thingamabob (living room)? Hey, is Kidlet ready? Um, what IS he doing in his bedroom (Kidlet’s bedroom)? Vitamins (kitchen)! Hmm…did I put on deodorant (washroom)?

Basically, being disorganized is a very active lifestyle!

This continues on throughout the day at work too…walk over to the printer waiting for my printout out…oh wait, I never did hit “print” did I? walk back to my desk, hit “print”, walk back to the printer then walk back to my desk. Rinse and repeat 10 times a day = 500 more steps. My daily flask of tea? Go to the kitchen at the back of the office to put the kettle on, get sidetracked with gossip, come back to my desk, forget to put the kettle on, go back, put it on. Get back to my desk, forget the kettle was on, go back to refresh the kettle, go back to my desk. Remember the kettle, go back to the kitchen then come back to my desk with tea…another 300 steps logged.

With the Fitbit, all the unintentional exercise counts. By the very nature of how it works, it’s very forgiving. For me and how my mind is wired, it works. It doesn’t judge my lazy days. It tells me, “Hey, you didn’t do exercise on purpose today, but you still logged 3,000 steps! Good for you!” Now, having said that I’d have to be asleep or completely immobile to log 0 steps a day, so it does reward very minimum effort. For me, though, I plan to not do less than 5,000 steps a day, so that’ll keep me moving.

So what’s the point of this? The point is that I’ve become much more active since getting this tracker. It validates the things I’m doing right and pushes me to do more. Because I had to be out the door early and was busy at work and didn’t take my lunch walk, by the time I came home last night, I had only logged 2,000 steps. I got my butt out for an hour of walking around my neighbourhood. The tracker tells me I walked 4 km. (Really? Who is this person?) I came back home, exhausted, invigorated and excited. Checked on my step count: 8500? Seriously? WTF! I didn’t even meet my goal. I wasn’t even mad. I did more than I would have that’s for sure. I tried walking on the spot, but after about a few hundred steps or so, my thighs were NOT amused, so I gave it up and passed out forthwith!

Anyway, long story short, I’m slowly changing my lifestyle to a more active one. One step goal at a time. For me to do this whole thing is a reflection of how I live my life. I really just am doing the best I can. I push myself when I want, but I also cut myself slack when I need it. I don’t want a perfect life, I just want to be happy and comfortable and healthy.


Steps taken while I was typing this post? 0
Steps as a result of writing this post before work and now I have 10 minutes to get out the door: 1,000 😛

Have a great week, folks!


PS. With all this walking, I’m going to have even more AMAZING thighs by the end of the year. EEEEK!


Don’t get lippy!

Good morning!

After a relaxing long weekend, I’m back to the grind. Instead of doing things around the house and being a responsible adult, I spent many, many hours shopping. I didn’t buy much at all, but what I did buy was a FABULOUS lipstick!

Ahem...this is my picture. Git yer own!

Ahem…this is my picture. Git yer own!

By way of pleasure, this little purchase really packs a punch. It makes me happy to see my smile (moreso) when I look in the mirror. Even though I was home alone yesterday, I reapplied a few times to make sure I kept my purple smile. I’m going to wear that sucker until it begs for mercy! haha…

I went to get a mini makeover for a girls day out this weekend. Historically, I’ve never been a big fan of makeup. It’s only recently, like this last year, that I’ve been interested in it. I have time on my hands when Kidlet is with his dad, so I experiment and do research. I’m not confident yet to proclaim that I have any kind of true knowledge, so getting my makeup done was quite the experience.

[Note: this is not the makeover makeup. This is me fooling around….poorly.]

The second time for the month, I was told what ‘good’ lips I have. The first time was at my dentist’s office. I had been going over my teeth cleaning bill with the receptionist and we started talking about what’s covered under extended health benefits. We got around to talking about boob implants and that someone she heard of was able to have her implants covered. She then told me about the time she paid about $1000 to get her lips plumped. She told me, “You’re lucky you have good lips.” I thought, “Huh?” I smiled and thanked her. Like tanning, I just don’t get it. A friend has to keep explaining to me that I don’t understand those things because I don’t need those things. I feel like, why would I NEED better lips…I don’t get it.

Then at the makeup place too, over the weekend, I was told that “you can pull off any colour because you’ve got great lips”. What are great lips, I wonder…If I had to walk around worrying about the list of things I already worry about and then have to obsess over lips too, it would make for a very stressful life.

Currently on my worry list:

My three loads of laundry waiting to be done.

What am I making for dinner for me and New Boyfriend tonight?

I have about ten reports to prepare for work.

How am I going to stay awake today?

What’s for lunch?

Should I wash the car after work today?

I have to take the garbage out.

It’s 7.37 and I haven’t showered AND I’m still writing this post.

What shoes am I wearing with my new dress to work?

This is what I’m currently worrying about since I woke up an hour ago. To think that I would have to think about my lips too? Sigh.

I don’t want to diminish anyone’s feelings (that’s a new thing I’m trying to work on – not diminishing people’s feelings just because I don’t see things the same way), but the way I figure, if we can’t or won’t change things, can’t we just learn to accept it?

Having said that, I will admit to you, if I had $5000 free and clear, I would get a boob lift before you can say “lip plumper”! It’s not something I worry about too much, but it’s one of those things like a clean house and keeping the kitchen sink clean for a week and staying up past 10 pm…you know…like a genie wish! 🙂

Going to jump in the shower and put my lipstick on 😛

Have a great week today, my friends!


What weekends are made for…

Photo taken by Vikera Hunte. Mine! Mine! Mine!

Photo taken by Vikera Hunte. Mine! Mine! Mine!

Good morning, my lovelies!

So I had a spectacular weekend! Full of mini events, nothing super big, but pretty awesome things.

  1. I was in bed in pajamas with a bowl of cereal and Netflix by 7 pm on Friday. Now, one may view this as the height of laziness, but I choose to look at it as my right to enjoy my first child-free night whichever way I choose. Sure, I could have cooked something, but that’s the point of being an adult – the choice to make silly decisions is not always one you can make, but sometimes, just sometimes, you can just go for it! If you’re wondering what kind of cereal it was, it was leftover adult cereal and a healthy serving of sugary kids cereal. Now that I can enjoy cereal without intestinal trauma, life is good! I watched three movies (a triple feature?), one of which annoyed me. It was a great romance until the last five minutes of the movie: the couple shared a healthy chug each of a rat poison and wine cocktail and then promptly died, so yeah. Meh.
  2. Saturday morning, I had a VERY exciting meeting at the bank where I was told that things are not as grim as I thought. Being off work for six months and having car payments put a strain on things BUT my lovely financial advisor pointed me to the light at the end of the tunnel far off in the distance. I hinted that the light we saw may be on shining from my very own condo..but we’ll see if I kick my shoe/nail polish addiction long enough to actually reach said light.
  3. Spent a couple hours at the beach with New Boyfriend and children. It was weird being without my kidlet. It turns out that for me, being a parent is nothing something I can switch back and forth from. While I was giddy on Friday night with cereal in bed, when I’m around kids, even if they’re not my own, I’m very Mumsy complete with tissues, water, chapstick and snacks at the ready from my humongous handbag. 😛
  4. Saturday night: no cereal, no Netflix. Passed out almost immediately. I blame the ocean air and not the old age.
  5. Sunday morning, I woke up with a lot of energy. I was up at 6 and braided my hair. Even though I took hours to do it, I knew I wouldn’t leave it as is, but would fuss with it more when I had time. It’s my hobby, that’s how I roll. I ran a few errands, took out the garbage and then I made sweet potato and chickpea enchiladas from scratch for my girls, who came over for lunch. We had a gossipfest, made very terrible jokes, talked about boys, tried on clothes, ate chocolate and braided our hair. Yes, I know we’re in our thirties, we’re mothers, we have careers BUT we also love each other and enjoy spending time with each other and hey, that’s what girls do! When I spend time with them, I am reminded that I grew up with five brothers and here, life has given me four sisters. Aren’t I blessed? ❤
  6. Sunday afternoon, went for a massage. Turns out I’m a ball of knots. The gigantic masseuse, whose handspan pretty much covered my whole back and who could probably break me with little effort, declared that my muscles were ALL tight. In my mind, I was thinking, “Well, don’t tell me that…get on it!” All in all, pretty relaxing 45 minutes.
  7. After the massage, I ended up at the mall. I walked around for a couple hours and had a decaf soy frappuccino – first time for me. Not bad. Managed to only buy a pair of socks and a pair of earrings. That made me happy.
  8. I came home and fussed with my hair AGAIN. I put in extensions, which look kinda cute. I haven’t worn it like this before, so I’m excited.
  9. Now, I’m sitting here waiting for New Boyfriend to come over for a visit. I’m tired, and all the dishes from lunch are in the sink and I don’t know what I’m wearing to work tomorrow OR what’s for lunch, since I ate the leftovers that I was supposed to have taken to work. Sigh.

Even though it wasn’t super productive with laundry and a clean kitchen and a fridge full of groceries, all in all, I think this weekend was a success: a little bit of fun, romance, laughter, beauty, shopping, good food, movies, cereal, good sleep, the beach and relaxation.

I hope this week at work is as successful for me and for you too whatever happens! 🙂

Have fun!


Soothing sunsets

Good morning!

I went to watch the sun set a few weeks ago and only just got around to posting pics. Betsy’s at it again!

Photo taken by Vikera Hunte. I'm not sharing unless you ask nicely.

Photo taken by Vikera Hunte. I’m not sharing unless you ask nicely.

Photo taken by Vikera Hunte. I'm not sharing unless you ask nicely :P

Photo taken by Vikera Hunte. I’m not sharing unless you ask nicely.

Photo taken by Vikera Hunte. I'm not sharing unless you ask nicely :P

Photo taken by Vikera Hunte. I’m not sharing unless you ask nicely.

Photo taken by Vikera Hunte. I'm not sharing unless you ask nicely :P

Photo taken by Vikera Hunte. I’m not sharing unless you ask nicely.

Photo taken by Vikera Hunte. I'm not sharing unless you ask nicely :P

Photo taken by Vikera Hunte. I’m not sharing unless you ask nicely.

I was looking at these pics again and I think I’m finally getting the hang of relaxation. That evening was very simple. We threw some simple food in a bag, grabbed a blanket and went right after work – maybe it was the person I was with or the time of year or the kind of day I had at work or the warmer temperature or a combination of any of these things, but that evening stands out in my recent memory as one of peace. It was either the wind blowing off of the water that soothed me or the slow, hypnotizing descent of the sun as it headed toward the horizon, but looking at these pics makes me feel to take a deep exhale.

On another note, I think I’m going to post again this week. I have something on my mind BUT it’s supposed to be mid/high teens degrees C (sixty-ish degrees F) this week and I would much rather be outside frolicking 😛 Seriously, though, I have to share this thing and get it off my chest, so standby.

Have a good next few days. Stay out of trouble or get into trouble: whichever makes you happier. ❤


This week’s choice – HAPPINESS!!!

I posted this a while ago and I often think about this post. I don’t actually remember what happened to put me in this mood. Maybe something bad happened and I was trying to boost myself, which I do a lot – it’s call the Fake It Til You Make It Pick Me Up Plan or maybe something good happened and I was manifesting the happiness. Whatever the case, here it is again.

Happiness is…..

Happiness is laughing until you feel a tear run down your face.

Happiness is forgetting and then remembering that your favourite show will be on soon.

Happiness is finding a dress in your favourite colour…on sale.

Happiness is catching a glimpse of your smile in the mirror.

Happiness is when your hair does what you want it to do.

Happiness is being told, “I love you.”

Happiness is the warmth of your bed under a comforter.

Happiness is friends who help themselves to the food in your fridge.

Happiness is watching movies in bed.

Happiness is flip flop tan lines from a day in the sun.

Happiness is cooking a meal for your family.

Happiness is a wet nose from a furry friend.

Happiness is a new pair of shoes.

Happiness is a cold drink on a hot day and a hot drink on a cold day.

Happiness is a small hand holding onto a big hand.

Happiness is finding someone who accepts you, flaws and all.

Happiness is the wind as it blows on the back of your neck.

Happiness is singing out loud in the car even if you’re not sure of the words.

Happiness is getting a phone call from someone far away.

Happiness is a first kiss.

Happiness is choosing to be happy every day, regardless of what life throws in your path. It is only when we choose to be happy, we will be happy.

Here’s to choosing to be happy this week!


Betsy’s baaaack!

Hello boys and girls!

I’m hoping that this finds you well. I went a friend’s house for New Year’s Eve and left my good ole Betsy over there (for recent followers: Betsy is my trusty camera). I picked it up last weekend and took shots again like I used to last year. I forgot the joy of capturing moments and playing with light and shadows and trying to convey an emotion felt one moment in time.

Since I got Betsy back, I’ve been busy.

I went for a Family Day hike with my family to Golden Ears Provincial Park in Maple Ridge. It was an overcast day and it rained the ENTIRE time we were there, but it was fun and interesting. This is the scene from part of the hike. Man, it was majestic! Meanwhile, my hiking partner exclaimed, “Wouldn’t it be cool to see a bear…over there..on the other side of the bank?” Hmmm….since bears can swim, my answer was an emphatic,  “No!”

Photo taken by Vikera Hunte. Please do not copy without consent.

Then we continued walking in the forest, covered by the evergreen trees. We came across a couple skinny dippers – pre-skinny dipping – no pictures to follow! Ha! As we continued, closer to the waterfall, there was a pronounced increase in strength of the water rushing down. It was hypnotic and for me, it was very soothing.


As we stood there watching the water gush down, I looked at what was underneath. Those rocks that get pounded every minute of every day and they just lay there, taking the beating day after day….trees, though, are sometimes not as resilient. But Nature is brutal to all and only the strong survive, I suppose.

Photo taken by Vikera Hunte. Please do not copy without consent.

After that walk in nature, I continued along my week, putting in quality time at the office, meeting with friends, living my life. Then came this weekend: the auspicious Valentine’s weekend! Ooh la la….um, whatever!

Love was definitely in the air though….

Photo taken by Vikera Hunte. Please do not copy without consent.

Don’t get carried away…this wasn’t my car. It was the scene at a Tim Horton’s car park on Valentine’s Day. When I saw it, I exclaimed, “Somebody’s car got Valentined!” Ah….the big romantic gesture! My day will come again soon….

Then that leaves us with yesterday: Sunday.

It was a nice sunny 12 degrees C (53 degrees F) today. Kidlet and I enjoyed a game of muddy mini golf. Since that one time last year in Cultus Lake, he fancies himself a pro. It was good fun since I actually hit the ball a few times. Yay! I think after my performance today, I’ll be ready for the big rematch this summer. I’m not messing around.


As if that wasn’t enough, we hung around the park, and Kidlet very nonchalantly asked to join some children playing football (soccer) and so I walked laps for about 45 minutes around the race track while he enjoyed the fresh air and the camaraderie. I’m not going to lie, walking around, people watching and getting some exercise and fresh air in my lungs in the brilliant sunshine was a welcome break from the non-stop rain we’ve been having here on the West Coast. I even felt inspired to maybe buy some running shoes and make it a couple-times-a-week thing, but that moment passed as soon as I got to the car. (Whoops!)

While I was waiting for the tied football game to end, I also took some selfies and fooled around with the camera…you know…for science. 😉


All in all, it’s been a good week. I’m glad to have Betsy back and we’ll see what other adventures we can document in the next few months as the season changes.

I want to take this opportunity to say a big “Hang in there!” to my East Coast friends and family and all those tormented by the white stuff. I know this winter has been particularly harrowing, but remember those warm summer months are just around the corner. It’s always darkest before the dawn and that sun will be coming before you know it! Sending you warm thoughts!


Have a great week ahead, my friends!


All photos in this post were taken by Vikera Hunte. Please do not copy without permission.

40 is the new old..or so it seems to me

Okay, so two things: Christmas is on its way, so is my birthday. I don’t want to get all sappy or anything, but I’m kinda freaking out about the big 3-7. I mean, seriously. I’m getting old enough to be somebody’s mum. I mean, not like a small child’s mum, which I am, of course, but like an adult’s mum. I’m NOT into that! Sheesh!

I had this grand plan of a big celebration and whatnots, but this year, it’s not gonna happen. I’m not in the mood to celebrate being old, thank you very much! I find that because I look younger than I actually am, I don’t really have to face the fact that I’m inching closer to 40 and away from 35….except on my birthday! Grrrr…annoying!

I think also, with the whole online dating thing, I had to choose an age range of men who I will be interested in and I chose 35 – 42. That means, I look at pictures of men with salt and pepper hair and wrinkles. That’s fine for them, but last year, someone asked me if I was Kidlet’s sister! To me, grey hair and wrinkles feels like a lifetime away, when in reality, it’s probably 5 years from now for me. What the heck?! How can it be? Sigh. As a guy I met a year or two ago said to me and laughed before he knew how old I was, “Age is just a number unless it’s more than 30!” He was 27 and thought I was his age.

This birthday for me is not about what I haven’t accomplished or what I don’t have or specifically WHO (and I know it should be whom here, but I think it sounds pretentious albeit correct!) I don’t have, it’s about facing the fact that I’m getting older. It’s facing the fact that even if I look like 25, I’m still almost 40. SO ANNOYING! A friend of mine says that I shouldn’t round up, but I have to start making peace with 40 real soon because apparently ready or not, here it comes! It’s in the distance, but its on the way! Sigh.