To-Do List for the day

"Explore Montreal" has been on my To-Do List...for far too long. Last summer, just when things started to get good, I hurt my leg and was on crutches, and then off-crutches, I couldn't walk for very long, and I had air-conditionning in my car was broken, and I was too afraid to go and see what it would cost because I wasn't working...and I was still kind of exhausted, so I didn't explore very much.

It was kind of cruel because two weeks before I hurt my leg, I went exploring and spent the entire day outside and it was fantastic.

Since then, I've went to a few places here and there....but for the most part, my focus has been on finding a job, keeping a job, and making sure I have enough energy during the week for my job... Depression has played a huge role in my life since 2014. I was sort of getting better until February of this year, which is a story for another day (if you haven't already read it on my other blog).

So this weekend, it was my goal, to waste an entire day. No errands. No groceries (although I'll go later tonight...),

I love water, the outdoors, and camping...but I'm still not sure how much energy I have, so I thought renting a kayak was a great idea. There was a place not too far from me (Montreal is an island, so there are probably more places than I realize), and off I went this morning.

I actually couldn't sleep much past it was a quick shower, a quick stop at Starbucks, and off we went. Yes, "we". Of course I was going to take Maggie on my first kayak trip in Montreal!

First stop, of course, Starbucks! I love how the Gay Village looks early in the morning. It's so peaceful and colorful at the same time. I'm embarrassed to admit that if provided a Starbucks cup of water, she will only drink out of it if it has ice cubes. She is really getting the royal treatment these days....

On top of the royal treatment, I found a cross-body purse that works perfectly for her. Especially when I'm trying to run in quickly to a place that I'm not sure allows dogs. She hides and it's perfect. I throw in a little ice-pack so she doesn't overheat and we are good for hours in the heat with this thing.

Of course, I decided to get the "Intermediate" kayak. I'm not sure why and I'll get the beginner kayak next time....this one wasn't as stable but apparently I had more control with this one? I just felt like I was going to fall over a lot more - and into Lachine's not somewhere I want to fall into...

Maggie started to get bored being in the safe spot with me, so she walked almost to the end of the kayak. And then fell in. Immediately after she fell in there a boat passed and there were some pretty big she was swimming underwater for a few seconds until I could pick her up. She's been swimming in a lake before, but I'm not sure it's her favorite thing...
She was soaking wet and shaking because she was cold. Next time I'll bring a little towel, I guess.

I kayaked the 2km to the end of the canal and then slowly started my way back. It was less choppy on the return, so the big dog decided again to be brave and head to the front of the kayak.
Her balance amazed me and her bravery amazed me even more. This is the dog that used to be scared of EVERYTHING, and here is she is falling and slipping on a kayak, but then wanting to try again because she's nosy (and I think she liked feeling the wind in her fur....).

It's funny because we get quite a bit of attention when we are out....but the very last thing Maggie cares about is people. She's all about the new sites and smells and is constantly trying to roll in disgusting things on the ground.

I use the excuse that I don't want to leave Maggie home all weekend....but really.....she's kind of my security blanket some days. There are some weekends that I'm pretty much on my own....and I can get lonely or anxious....and when she's around I feel less so.

I'm not feeling so great this weekend, so we went home shortly after and I finished some errands. I didn't do an entire day not doing anything, but at least half of it...and it was much overdo.

I'll be spending a lot of time travelling or working late the next three weeks, so I hope to go kayaking again...or find another outdoor activity to do. And start exploring my home city.


I’m sure it’s come up a time or two that I haven’t met any “true” friends here. I’ve met some people that I hang around with….a friend that I keep in semi-regular contact here….but no one…really “solid”.

Add to the equation of 7 months of not working, an injury that kept me in crutches for 2 months, and some pretty low moments with my depression...

I hosted a brunch one day and met some super people I met, and I predicted that a natural friendship would take off, but work came up, I was sick, then stressed, then sick and stressed, and while they reached out, I kept forgetting to reach out back once I felt better (it’s still on my to-do list…)
I’m realizing that instead of searching for “true friends”, I need to meet more people and most importantly, I need to realize the people that I already have in my life.

Example: the dog walker. I met this guy while I was sweeping up leaves on my patio at my first solo apartment in Montreal. Maggie ran up to the other dog that he was walking, or else I may not have noticed him. He asked me if I was looking for a dog walker (I was) and then he gave me his flyer. We chat for a little bit…I was pretty standoff-ish… but he mentioned two other dogs that he walked in the neighbourhood. I didn’t think anything would come out of it….but that weekend I ran into the other dog’s owner and asked if she knew my dog walker and what she thought of him.

Of course, she gave him glowing reviews, because Mr. Dog Walker, is a dog lover and has invested…at least the last ten years, into taking care of dogs.

I called him the next day, we met, and talked about some rules…and I gave him the key to my apartment. How’s that for big city living?

That was July 2015. Two years ago.

Since then, we’ve developed a relationship, no, a friendship, which I never thought as something special, but it is extremely special, and he’s more a part of my life than I realized.

He’s respectful of my place (it’s probably cleaner after he leaves it). He love love love loves Maggie and I’ve called on him last minute more than once. He puts up with my hanging my dirty/clean laundry everywhere – I often feel bad for when I’m hanging my bras to dry for some reason. He doesn’t care.

He is also extremely reliable. I can text him or message him if there’s something going on, and he helps me out when he can. He sends me the most random and often funny pictures of Maggie.

When I was in a cast, he brought me things. When I was sick January 2016, he took on the job as house-cleaner for a bit. He leaves me ½ loaves of fantastic raisin bread (that I don’t eat anymore….but I work down the street from a bread factory, so it’s kind of our thing).

The other day, I couldn’t find my clothes iron. He moved it because I had left it on the edge of my bed – which is the perfect spot for me to leave it and Maggie drag the cord and have the iron fall on the floor (or more importantly, her).

He stays at my house when I’m travelling. I have never once felt unsafe.

On days that I’m sick or under the weather, he comes quietly to walk Maggie and respects my space. He’s asked me before if I was ok (I wasn’t…but if I felt like talking, I’m sure he would have listened).

When I messaged him last night, kind of in a panic, asking him if he could help me around the house for the next few weeks, because even though I’m feeling much better since getting a new doctor, I still don’t have the energy that I’d like to, and I haven’t done something “fun” on the weekend that doesn’t involve errands… months…  He told me that he’d be happy to and we’d work something out to get help me feel back on my feet on the housekeeping department.

Maybe it’s not the typical “friendship”….but it’s still a friendship. And just maybe I need to change my perspective about finding “real” friends in this big city. 

The new regime

I'm really excited to share how I've been eating the last four-ish weeks.

I've been able to  able to start a low carbohydrate, medium protein, high fat diet. It's not a "diet" per se, it's a lifestyle change. I have been eating this way for roughly 4 weeks, learning a lot as I go and in all of that time, I've felt like having a "cheat meal", if I'm going to call it that, ONCE.

That means, no sugar, bread, rice, legumes, potatoes, etc. Any carbohydrate that I get comes from vegetables, a bit of dairy, and a bit of fruit once per day. I eat a lot more protein, and A LOT more fat. Shockingly more.The focus in primarily on "real food". Nothing processed. Nothing that doesn't come in it's original state.

The first week I had a few headaches, but nothing major. I can't get over it, but apart from my cheat meal, I don't crave sweets. I don't crave french fries. I'm not interested in pizza. I bought a chocolate bar to "test" if I was going crazy on Sunday, and I ate a few bites and then THREW THE REST AWAY. I don't recognize myself.

Now, I have to say that the cheat meal was tonight, and contained ice cream and a lot of sugar and refined I'm hoping that....I won't crash too hard tomorrow and that I'll be back on my LCHF (low carb, high fat) way again.

A typical meal looks like this:

Breakfast: Coconut cream, yogurt (highest fat percentage I can find), cocoa nibs, coconut, chia seeds, walnuts, a few drops of Stevia, and maybe 8 or 10 berries. Coffee with MCT oil (or coconut oil) and hydrolyzed collagen (beef collagen that's been put into powdered form). I would really like to add some vegetables to my breakfast, but it's a work in progress.

Lunch: it's been a salad lately with chicken, vegetables, and the least processed, highest fat salad dressing I can find (I need to start making my own, but again, work in progress). If I end up eating out, I order a burger with bacon and order it with no ketchup and I don't eat the bun.

Lunch dessert: occasionally a square or two of 90% chocolate, but there is a recipe that I need to make for next week's lunches that's even better!

Supper: 3 eggs cooked in coconut oil with some ham thrown in. An avocado on the side with some Brussels sprouts, broccoli, or cucumbers. All topped with chives (from my garden).

Dessert: I'm a big dessert fan, so currently I have been having roughly 4 TBSP of 35% cream, with a few drops of stevia, with a tiny handful of berries.

The first couple of weeks my legs felt tired and heavy all of the time, like I had already worked out before I started my workout. Since then, I've increased my carbs a bit, and I'm learning more and more every day.

The hardest part is that I still have the habit of wanting to eat out or "treat myself" on the weekends....but nothing seems appealing to me (apart from my 1 cheat meal). I don't deny myself anything and if I'm hungrier one day, I eat more. I also have to supplement my electrolytes, because now that I'm eating primarily whole food - I'm not getting enough sodium.

The best part, other than beginning to lose some weight, is that this type of diet is known to be very, very healthy for people with brain diseases (ie: depression, epilepsy, autism). The other best part, is that I just don't crave sugar anymore. I'm not always buying junk that I know isn't good for me. I'm not craving stuff that I eventually give in to.

I'm curious how the next four weeks will treat me, especially after my cheat meal (which....I might add....wasn't THAT great, but I still enjoyed it), and especially while travelling. It's a very exciting time in my life....and I'm looking to learning and sharing more about my new eating regime.

Bring in the New

I can't decide if I should write the long version or the short version.

Ok, short version since I just deleted ten paragraphs of the long version and am making a second attempt at this.

I bought my old Honda Civic in Alberta, went through a bunch of stuff, then my husband and I drove it across country to Quebec, where we would re-start our lives together....again.

Things started to go downhill on the drive half-way through. I was depressed and fighting just to be ok. We had planned the trip to be a honeymoon/sightseeing of sorts....and I couldn't deliver.

We arrived in our new little city, now to make up a family of four. I tried to adapt to being some type of step-mom to the girls, who are wonderful, but no matter how wonderful they are or I was....again, depression was running the show while marriage stress came in at a close second. Certainly we had our ups and downs as step-parent and step-child (since they were almost of age), but even more certain, I loved when they were around. I learned from them....I loved their energy, it felt like we were all happier when all of us were home. Despite the love diminishing in the marriage, the love I felt for the girls.....still hasn't gone away. OK, back on track.

During this time, my crappy little car drove me to the train in freezing conditions. It didn't get plugged in and it always started.

A while later, that little car carried allll of my possessions in just a couple of trips to Montreal, where I would slowly rebuild my live.....alone. I took little trips with that car. I pulled over and cried in that car. I probably had naps in that car.

A year later, same thing, that car moved me into my new apartment (ok, plus the help of some professional movers).

Last summer, I was off work, and that car carried me and the dog around EVERYWHERE. We spent a lot of lunches meeting my boyfriend, and if it was a rainy day, said boyfriend and I would cuddle in the car....some days we were both so tired we nearly fell asleep cuddling.

This year, when my depression became unmanageable, it was my safe spot as I pulled over to the side of the road and had many a panic attack or twelve.

It drove me to my new job for four months. The job that really felt (and feels like) a fresh start. It's far away (ok, it's 20km away but in Montreal traffic....that's really far! Thankfully I drive against the flow of traffic).

This car has gone through everything with me. I've had a very....chaotic three years....and it's been with me the entire time. I have never thought that I was or would ever be attached to a vehicle.

But it was starting to be more of a after a ridiculous amount of thought/worrying/running numbers to see what I can afford....I traded my old car last week.

I was almost tearful as I carried my box of stuff from the old car to the new car. And then I saw the new car....and was in awe. I have never owned such a fancy car in my life. There are buttons and dooodahs that I have no idea how to work....I'm often overwhelmed by all of the technology...

But it seems like a very fitting time for me to let go of all the memories in the old car. Sure there were good memories....even great ones...but, my depression is starting to improve, my life-post-divorce is finally....beginning to flourish....and it was time to walk away from the old car.

It's time to start fresh. And see where the new car takes me.

hashtag MHM

Tomorrow is a Monday (or already is a Monday depending on where you are in the world), and for about a month now, I've been doing weekly Monday posts on Facebook regarding Mental Health. It started after I randomly dealt with a charity to me.

Mental Health is in capitals - because my posts aren't about mental illnesses, it's about your overall mental health - and putting a spotlight on certain topics that come up in my life.

Mental health is EQUALLY AS IMPORTANT as your physical health - yet we often go months or years without realizing that we aren't well. You don't need to have a diagnosed mental illness such as depression or Obsessive Compulsive Disorder to be unwell. You can be stressed to the max and not dealing with it, you can be ashamed of your negative thoughts....etc, etc, etc...

I wanted a place to keep these posts and not on Facebook because I don't always know if I'll keep my I created a blog called Mental Health Mondays. I'll still post the link to the blog every Monday on Facebook....but I like having the "other blog" to do the Monday thing.

Check it out.


Calm after the Storm(s)

Well, so much has happened since I last wrote…
  • A snowstorm (like a serious one). And yes, snowstorms happen back in the “country” back where I’m y’all from y’all….but we have like…1/10 of the population (made up number – but its much less) and 1/100000 of the construction (not a made up number – it’s ridic here)
  • I went blonder and finally finally FINALLY got glasses! Mine were eaten by a puppy (but full sized) boxer I was babysitting…and since I’m like blind….they usually run me around seven bills, and I don’t often just have seven bills lying around that I want to spend on glasses
  • I was in a small fender bender (with no damage) and the guy road raged on me and I had to call the police And of course, the piece de resitance:
  • I completed the third week at my new job.

The new job isn’t like any other. It was previously a private company, kind of has that “old boys’ club” that kind of reminds me of a 50 year old company that I’d work for in Alberta. (We aren’t 50 years old). They went public in the last few years so there has been A LOT of adjustment and movement in the company.

It's also a bit of a commute - but not really. It's just that I have to DRIVE. THIS has been a big change for me and is making me want to move to a different area of the city. Because I drive a WHOPPING 30 – 35 minutes to work and between 40 – 60 minutes home. The only thing is….that it’s traffic. Bumper to bumber. Average speed of 23km/hr. It’s not always that bad, but it’s not always that good either. I will probably need GPS nearly every day – because depending on what road is closed where – I need to take an alternate route.
That’s not a big deal.

My boss is young(ish), hip, and has an open style management. My main other coworker is funny, kind, and like ridiculously polite at times. He carries things for me - in a non-sexist way. I have been invited to eat at a “lunch group” which is very, very, very kind – the last thing I want is to be like, OH, yah, I’m too busy, I’ll just eat at my desk, and then cry in the bathroom because I have no friends. (Even though….I kinda feel too busy and want to eat at my desk? But I’m also trying to be less like, “MY JOB IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE WORLD NEXT TO PROTECTING THE PRESIDENT BEFORE TRUMP” and chill out a bit. I need to socialize more, get to know my collegues more, and appreciate the relaxed environment.

I think it was on day 3 or 4, where I was doing a general menial task, that I was like, ohhhh yeah. I am so my job. This job is in my blood. I am a dork about it, but in the best way….cause I’m 37, so it’s it nice that I like being attached to this type of work?

Here’s the biggest problem at work.


Due to my last two positions….where I felt the rug ripped out from under me and then I was off the market for 7 months….I feel like a complete….insecure wreck. I’ve talked to my shrink about ways to manage my stress, all these different techniques, tricks, and behaviors, and I’m doing most of them, most days….but there are days where I:
  • am kind of stressed all day (for no apparent reason)
  • leave for the weekend - already have made up my mind that I'm going to work Sundaybecause I don’t feel like I’ve contributed enough
  • leave at 4pm because my eyes are burning (like actually hurting me)
  • drive five minutes, then try to find my phone because I need GPS to get home, and then can’t find it, so natch I:
    • pull over, tear my purse, bag, jacket, and anything else apart for 12 minutes while sweating
    • then start praying that I’ll find it
    • find it
    • start crying
    • pull over for 30 minutes while I sob to my boyfriend on the phone because I'm "a complete screw up" and because "I couldn’t find my phone for the longest time". OH, and, "I’m probably going to get fired because I’m not as productive as I think I should be and my boss was sick for two days and one of those days he was at work and he wasn’t his smiling self – so he’s probably thinking of firing me".

Yeah. Those rational moments where the world is ending. I’m sure those are some awesome phone calls to be on the other end of.....

So, I stayed in the parking lot after I spoke to said boyfriend, decided that I was ok to drive, went to the Dairy Queen drive thru (the obvious choice....), ordered a blizzard with peanut butter filling IN THE MIDDLE (What is this?? Did DQ always have this????), and then eat that as I drive home, carefully following the GPS, watching the minutes go from 47 to 42…telling myself I could do anything for 42 minutes….

Then arriving to my neighborhood and seeing all of the “NO PARKING DUE TO SNOW REMOVAL” signs, wonder where the hell I’m going to park, find a parking spot, say hello to Maggie, sweep the floors because the boyfriend is coming over instead of us meeting downtown for drinks like we usually do on a Friday night (because sweeping makes a difference at this point??!!), going into the shower and washing my hair (my hair felt dirty on the way home. Don’t know why. But you can see my rationality wasn’t exactly a strong point tonight) …., start crying again, then get scared because the dog heard me crying – and she hates me crying – so she was trying to get into the shower to lick my face. Which made me cry more.

The rest of the night was talking, cuddling, and just…. coming back to neutral. It’s been so long since I’ve had a full on panic attack where I totally lose my shit….I’m just exhausted.

And I’m up tomorrow at 8h30 for a freaking long day that goes non stop until 19h00.

Life is good. I just need to work on….relaxing that life is good and letting my guard down. I don’t want to spend my life worrying what crisis waiting around the corner….but for the past few years….I kind of feel like I’ve been dealing with one after the other…..

Next post: How I managed to survive a blizzard by myself without losing my mind….for too long. 

Some news....

It hasn't been that long since my last post of snow-mageddon (like Armageddon....but with snow? 😀😀)

But what an eventful couple of weeks. My car cost $1400 in repairs, I went to pick it up the following Saturday, it died on the way home, I had to get another rental car and then I picked it up on Wednesday and SO FAR, all is well..... Let's hope I don't have to go through another round of that.

Why the rental car, you ask? Why not just use transit since it's the easiest and most cost effective way to get around Montreal?

'Cause I had two job interviews that were pretty freaking important and I could not handle the stress of sitting on a bus hoping that their timing would be exact so that I could show up on time. These interviews were 20km away, which made it harder to get by bus.

So the result of these job interviews....was that I got the job and I start on Monday.


When I first found out, I completely panicked. It was like the stress and bullshit of the past 7 how things were at my old job....all came out. I could finally breathe. I would be getting a paycheque and not only that, working with some pretty cool people (so they me, I asked A LOT of questions...).

Having a regular source of income is all great....but not when it comes at the cost of your happiness.

It's an established yet growing company, with lots of potential. Honestly, I want this place to be my home for the next 5 years. More if possible. I want to be able to grow in my expertise in my field while having some serious stability.

I'd be lying if I said I'm not freaking out a little bit (or a lot) about Monday....and all that comes with starting a new job (like my 17 page to-do list)....but I think this is a good move.

I'll be driving to work for at least the first month and then possibly in the summer take transit. It essentially doubles my time to/from work....but sometimes it's kinda nice to just zone out and not have to deal with MONTREAL TRAFFIC.

This article was awesome - Montreal is Canada's worst traffic

So we shall see. I hope that this is the start of a long, rewarding relationship.