Day 53 – February 22

Day 53  was a loaded day indeed – World Yoga Day, National Cook A Sweet Potato Day & National Margarita Day!

These are some of my favourite things so I felt obliged to celebrate them all- despite having a full day of school (which involved a presentation on resistance in adolescents in therapy), and my Wednesday night volunteering session at a centre for people with disabilities in the evening.

Although I feel like I swear too much and hate too many people to be a true ‘yogi’, I do practice regularly and believe full heartedly in it’s extensive benefits.

I did a time lapse video for Instagram , which did not do the extent at which I held Crow Pose justice at. all.  But alas, it’s up there on the internet now forever.

Here is me rushing to get into dancers pose in the three seconds MacBook photo booth gives you before taking the photo.

All the while I was shaking my asana for the internet, I had a tiny sweet potato (or yam ? ) in the oven.

Duncan and I ate this up with some greek yogurt and cilantro.

It was great to have this ‘base’ in my stomach before I hit the neighbourhood taco bar, Luck Taco, for my favourite drink – MARGARITA!!

Myself and a couple friends had an assortment – the greenest one was called Pineapple Inferno and involved tequila, jalapeño and pineapple juice. The pink one was called the Electric Flamingo and contained white tequila, strawberry juice and basil. I had the pale one – a standard El Clasico margarita – no salted rim though, not fussy about those.

Knocked a few of these back as well as some of their cauliflower tacos and Modela Especials. I got quite a buzz on but had to restrain myself because tomorrow was going to be the longest day of my life – full day at the elementary school and then full night working at the bar.

 

 

Day 52 – February 21

Sticky Bun Day!

What is a sticky bun, you may ask? Couldn’t tell you. However when I searched “Best Sticky Bun in Vancouver” Grounds for Coffee appeared to be #1 . When I got there all they served was cinnamon buns. So I am going to presume that sticky buns and cinnamon buns are one and the same.

It was a beautiful sunny day and Kathleen and I took Duncan for a walk all the way to Point Grey to this Mecca of Sticky Buns.  I bought a four pack because that was some sort of deal. They slathered on the cream cheese frosting and put them in a biodegradable box and off we went back to my apartment.  I put on the kettle to French Press some coffee and Kathleen and I (and Duncan, to a degree) indulged in these delicious ‘sticky buns’. Boy were they sticky.

I ate one and a half and then got one of my glucose induced highs where my vision sort of blurs and I get really tired. I’m convinced I’m spectrum diabetic. The rest of the day was a blur.

 

Fin.