It’s a brand new year, and I’m continuing on my mission to get fit AF not only to look good, but most importantly, to feel good. If you know me, you know that I exercise mostly to keep my mood in check — regularl exercise gives me that extra boost I need and keeps me from falling back into depression.
Muay Thai was a big part of my life last year, but this year, I’m kicking things up a notch with the help of Equinox. The gym hooked me up with one of its Tier-3+ trainers, Roy Chan, for a six-week training program to suit …
I’ve finally found the perfect workout leggings and they’re from (surprise, surprise!) Lululemon. The brand’s new Everlux fabric is a game-changer in that in wicks sweat away so quickly, you don’t even need to change after a super strenuous workout (but obviously, showering and changing is recommended).
Anyways, I’m a huge fan of these leggings, clearly, so much, in fact, that I wrote about it for FASHION magazine. You can check out the full review here.
Sweat on, friends.
Music has forever been one of my greatest loves and passions. It’s crazy to me how a simple song can either change my mood or help me bring out some deep-rooted feelings that have been lingering for far too long in my subconscious.
I love discovering new tracks and share them with friends — it’s become a fave pastime of mine (honestly, my dream job would be making curated playlists for others). Spotify has been a godsend in helping me come across new music and artists. Mondays are much more bearable with the “Discover Weekly” playlist (a playlist curated to what you’ve been listening to …
After what feels like forever, I finally feel myself again. Or at least more myself than I have for the past few months.
I blame the weather — the non-existent spring we had in Toronto combined with way too much darkness, rain and cold and left me feeling shitty 90 per cent of the time. And I know, I can’t totally blame Mother Nature for my mood (there was a lot of other stuff going on), but she certainly didn’t help.
But now that summer has actually arrived, I feel alive. Inspired, even. Longer days, heat and plenty of sunshine is good for the soul, and …
A few weeks ago, I realized something: I had begun using my mental illness as a crutch. Not so much with other people, but mainly with myself.
On days when I wanted to stay in bed (which, up until recently, has been most days), I allowed myself to, equating it to exhaustion and fatigue. If I couldn’t meet up with others, I blamed it on anxiety. And if I couldn’t bring myself to go to work because my depression was just so bad, I told myself it was okay and that I deserved a “mental health day.”
I’ll never forget my first leather jacket.
Well, technically it was suede, but it was lavender in a classic, button-up jean jacket style from Danier. My mom got the same one in a light turquoise hue, and we would proudly wear our matching jackets in true mommy-and-me style. I was probably 11 at the time.
Trips to Danier’s outlet store in Ajax, Ont. were a common occurrence in my family back in the day. We’d go on Saturday or Sunday afternoons, often times with my dad, looking for new pieces to add to our wardrobes. My dad always had to approve of my purchases (at …
Ever wonder how Instagram’s biggest influencers build such a huge following in such a short time (you know, aside from the obvious buying of followers)?
Well, the secret may lie in Instagram hacking pods, that is, invite-only “underground” group chats of Instagrammers (otherwise known as the “Instagram Illuminati”) with huge followings who share their tips and tricks on how to grow their followings, including special hacks (that only last a week or two).
I was 18 when I was first diagnosed with depression.
I had just finished my first year at university, and I spent my days in bed, often sleeping until 3 or 4 in the afternoon. I would wake up, eat, then go back to bed and either cry, or mindlessly scroll through social media. Sometimes I would binge watch TV shows on my laptop.
I would get up again to eat, then proceed to go back to bed, unable to fall asleep. Cry, scroll, binge watch, repeat. I’d stay up until about 2 or 3 in the morning, then wake up 12 hours later…you …
This year was totally the year of “like, realizing stuff,” as Kylie Jenner said.
Looking back at my “2015 highlights” in my journal, most of the things I wrote down were career-based. But this year, it’s been different. Perhaps losing my job plays a part in this, but the things I remember most this year were not career-driven, but rather, things, memories and people that fed my soul.
That’s not to say I didn’t have any career highlights, because there were plenty of those, but at the end of the day, these are the things that really stood out to me this year:
It wasn’t until about three years ago that I felt I could really write.
When you first start writing — publicly, at least — it feels like the most terrifying thing in the world to put your thoughts out there. Your views and the way you choose to frame them through words and phrases are all available to be judged by the world wide web. Pretty scary shit.