Dietitian Day

Hey guys! Lots of exciting things have been happening lately! This morning I had a little (and I mean a little) bit of scrambled eggs and beans for breakfast. Just for a refrence: ya know those people who take incredibly miniscule bites and everyone tells their friends about it because its just so rediculous? Well, for the rest of my life that person will be me. I took like 6 little tiny itsy bitsy little bites and I was stuffed. It was pretty great but its wierd getting used to the fact that I cant take a big swig of juice or water or get a big enough bite to actually taste my food.
This morning I rode the Metro (aka subway) to my appointment at the Royal Victoria Hospital. I met with a dietitian and she told me everything I can and can't have.
 I had my first French coversation with one of the maids on the 23rd floor today.
I witnessed a robbery or a dine-n-ditch (I'm not sure which) today.
Oooo last night I had a super creepy dream that Amia, Danielle Mecate's little sisters, my mom, and I all went to this super creepy elephant pond/ pool thing where everything was dark and silvery and covered in moss. My mom and I were messing around and she fell in the pond/pool thing and as I watched her head submerg beneath the water, I saw a bunch of little hands and arms push her down. I freaked out and dove in to save her, but once I hit the water, there were little undead mossy green bodies. Kids I'd estimate to be around 12 years old. I don't remember how my mom and I escaped, but it was so creepy once we did. We got out and I saw all the elephant statues come to life and the children, all covered in moss, slowly made their way out of the water. Pretty much the creepiest dream I've ever had.
For lunch today I had 1/18 of the tuna inside a sandwich and about a quarter cup of a rasberry strawberry smoothie.
My mom and I are planning to go to the gym a little later and then maybe make some more jewelry.
Mary, the lady who has been helping me along in my pre and post op, has invited us to get out of downtown Montreal and maybe investigate another neighborhood. That should be fun.

Finally feeling better

Last night my mom wanted to go get food from subway. Unfortunately for me, I was not feeling my best. I was actually in an incredible amount of pain. Anyway let's just say that I was not thrilled to be going out in the freaking freezing cold weather. Reluctantly I got dressed and went with her.
Finally, we started to head back and at this time I was feeling much much worse. As we were walking there was a lady swinging her keys and jingling them like crazy over to my left and if I would have had a hatchet in my handy dandy notebook I would have swung it at her face and burried her keys so far down in the earth that they would start learning chinese.
Other than that unhappy situation, things have been good. I called aly and I was super excited that I got to talk to her. I have been off pain meeds for about 28 hours and I slept all night waking up occasionally but without pain. It was wonderful.
I have discovered my new love of cheese. I have always liked cheese but now I absolutely love it. Maybe its because its the only thing I can eat besides yogurt. We all know how excited yogurt is..... Anyway I went to the gym today without my mom. Its on the 10th floor. I didn't do much. I was on the elliptical machine for about 30mins going so slow that the heart monitor was red indicating that I was dying hahaha and then I did three sets of twenty chest presses. The weight was just enough to challange me without making me sore. Being sore is the last thing i need right now. I burned somewhere around 100 calories and i don't think I ate that much today so I should be loosing some weight haha
My mom and I are hanging out At the same cafe we were at yesterday to steal some wifi... But its not stealing if it's free... Right? We are still in our workout gear because the maid service was in our room and 1. It would be super awkward to change while they were in there and 2. We just wanted to get out of there
I have an appointment with a dietitian tomorrow to tell me why I can and can't eat but I figure that I'll find that out based on if I throw up after I eat something

Technology just isn't what it used to be

Hey everybody! Sorry I haven't posted in a while but the internet is sort of spotty up here and then I was in the hospital for three days. The surgery went fine. The doctor said that I took to the anestia well and I am tiny inside. I'm sooooo excited :) the only thing I've ever known to be tiny about me is my attention span and my nail beds. Anyway I now have 25 staples holding me shut and as hard core as I look, the pain is keeping me from thoroughly enjoying my bad a-ness. I haven't slept all the much these last few nights which is much different than usual but now days I wake up to killer pains in my shoulders from the Co2 they pumped me with during surgery. I'm starting to feel much better, well, honestly anything is better than those first couple days. What's worse is that my roommate in the hospital was fine after a couple hours. I wanted to smack her, but then she got constipated and I'm not so I'm happy about that haha.
I miss home so much. I feel like I've been here for a million years. I still have another week ugh. Is not that I mind Montreal, it's actually quite beautiful and fantastic. Totally an artists city, but I just want to be hone already.
Oh I forgot to tell you, for lunch yesterday, I had half a cup of yogurt.

Before my surgery, my mom and I explored a huge underground mall. It was incredible! And they had super deals on everything. I'm talking like 50% off everything. Crazy. I'm getting better at my French. And I finally met someone who says "ay" at the end of their sentences.
Well that's about all for now. I love u all and I can't wait to see u again

Welcome to Canada =)

Hey guys! We are in Canada! Its kinda like home where I don't know what most of the people are saying, but instead of Spanish, its French. Well We flew first class like I said (my mom and I were the only women in first class) and it was super comfy haha. Ya know, my whole life I always wondered what the appeal of being rich was? Well, now I know. It was fantastic =) Anyway a little bit about Canada. Driving down the freeway (if that's what they call it here) it looks just like home. Same kind of signs and such. But the buildings are crazy industrial looking, although I've only seen them in the dark.
Oh I forgot to tell you! After we got off the plane into Canada, we went through customs just like everyone else. The "lady in the box" asked us why we were here and although I was tempted to say "to take over your country" my mom said that we were here for surgery. Well she sent us to immigration which I thought was a bit odd but nevertheless we went. We took a number and sat down for 30-40 mins. I investigated the room as we waited and I couldn't help staring at this super gorgeous guy haha Luckily he was the one who called our number and he looked over our papers. Well, as it turns out, the "lady in the box" thought we were surgeons and that we needed a work visa or something and we didn't even need to be in Imigration. hahaha good times, anyway he stamped our passports and sent us on our merry way were we met up with the driver who had been waiting for us the whole time (poor guy) and drove us here and now here we are.
We are doing some sight seeing tomorrow and I meet with the doctor so I'll do some more reporting tomorrow.
If any of you have skype, I will be logging on around 9:00pm ish which will be around 6 your time. If you wanna chat =)

I'm Going To Canada =)

By this time tomorrow, I will be in Montreal, Canada. I have been pretty much packed for days, but I can't say the same for my mother and so now all of her stress from packing is on my shoulders and she's acting like it's me who is behind in her packing. I mean yea I get that she's stressing out but sheesh! We don't both need to be stressed. Anyway when I get to Montreal, I will have a personal limo to take me to all of my appointments and to and from the air port. (and we are flying first class!!!) Super cool if you ask me. I think the driver's name is Frabizio hahaha.
So to help you wrap your mind around hold cold it's going to be, I'm coming from 80 degree weather and going to 0 degree weather swith a high of 13. My Canada apperal consists of two beanies, mittens, snow boots, fuzzy socks, a huge fur coat that is absolutely gorgeous but i have never worn, 60 sweaters under my coat and of course pants.
Wish me luck!!!!

The City That Never Sleeps

My evening went as follows:
Hid out in my bedroom watching SNL skits as my mother taught her cooking class
When all of her students left, I emerged and finally had my "dinner" and watched my mother beat up a perfectly harmless batch of dough. She threw that thing on the tabble and punched its little lights out before it had the time to even think about getting a little stale on the outside. When I asked her why she was man handling the dough she told me "I'm just knocking out the air bubbles" When I asked her why air bubbles were bad she told me that airless (is that a word?) bread is denser and more solid. So as I watched her roll out the dough my awkward little mind went to work analyzing how this could compare to life. And I came up with "Life is like bread" We begin as a mix of ingredients and as life goes on we begin shaping into a dough which then is beaten by trials and tests that in a sense knock the air bubbles out of us to become denser (in a good way) and more solid loaves of bread. And the sadistic baker beating all these bubbles out of us is ourselves because ultimately trials can make or break us but we have to decide to conquer them.
Later my mother asked me to deposit some cheacks for her and it was about 9:30pm. So I went to Sun Community ATM in Imperial and as I was driving there I started thinking about how empty Imperial was at night. I only saw a few cars and only a couple people walking. And then it accured to me that Imperial is always like that. On my way back from the bank, I began wondering if I liked being in the city that always sleeps and at first I wasn't conclusive, but then a total douche was riding on my rear out of no where! It was then that I decided that I could never handle being a big city. Could you imagine me in constant traffic? I mean traffic like on the streets, on the sidewalk, and in rooms. So much energy would make me go cat-in-sack! So, as I aproached the stop sign I slowed rapidly and then stopped for a full 5 seconds- 2 full seconds beyond the driver's ed recomendation- ya know, just to be beezy and then we went our seperate ways and I was again in the luxery of being the only one I was aware of.

Ignorance is Bliss

Generally, I love to learn new things. But I absolutely hate the feeling I get when I learn new things from a commercial. Specially when it's about things like ED or MC etc.. It's like I shouldn't be getting "the talk" from my television set.
What's worse is when I can tell when the commercial is being sarcastic or ironic about one of those topics and I don't get the joke. It makes me feel dumb and subordinate. So, then I spend my extra time trying to figure it out what it means and when I do figure it out (or when I think I have figured it out) I decide that it's something I don't want to know in the first place. And then I sit in a corner and get frustrated at myself. In this case, ignorance is definately bliss.

Interpretting My Dreams

So a few days ago I had a dream about a nest full of silver eggs and I thought it was interesting so I looked it up and this is what it says:

To see or eat eggs in your dream, symbolize fertility, birth and your creative potential. Something new is about to happen. If the eggs are scrambled, then the dream represents your commitment on a set coarse. It may also mean that you need to accept the consequences of your actions.

To find a nest filled with eggs in your dream, signify some financial gain; the more abundant and bigger the eggs, the more significant the gain. 

To see cracked or broken eggs in your dream, represent feelings of vulnerability or a fragile state in your life. Consider the phrase, walking on eggshells. Alternatively, you may be breaking out of your shell and being comfortable with who you are.

To see bright colored eggs in your dream, symbolizes celebration of a happy event.

To dream of rotten eggs, signify loss. You may have allowed some situation to take a turn for the worse. Alternatively, the dream is telling you that something may look fine on the outside, but as you delve deeper, you find that it is not what it appears to be. Perhaps, something is too good to be true.

To see fish eggs in your dream, represent an idea that has emerged from your unconscious

And anyway I thought it was interesting because now I'm on this whole jewelry venture and such.

Plumbing

Alright well I'm in the middle of creating the blog and such to show people my jewelry. I created the blog and was in the middle of taking pictures of my pieces when I accidentally droped an earring down the sink. My heart jumped. I looked down the sink with a flashlight and everything but i couldn't get to the darned thing so I called in re-enforcements. And it was daddy to the rescue. My dad pulled apart the plumbing tid bits under my sink and fished out the little lost sheep down the drain. I was so relieved. Anyway, it just goes to show that going on one venture may lead to a whole different one. and I learned a little about plumbing.

A New Talent Unearthed

Thanks to my mother's unexplainable urge to be self-reliant, I have discovered a new talent of mine.
Well, actually I'm going to begin by telling a story. Amia's birthday is coming up soon and I was wondering what to give her. I don't really have money to spare so I couldn't buy anything. I was thinking maybe make a collage or something, but I don't know it just seemed too ordinary. So, I asked my mother what I should do. We sat and pondered and then all of a sudden she came up with the brilliant idea of making some earrings. We just happened to have all the stuff because as i said before, my mother is self-reliant. So, I designed some earrings I thought Amia might like and my mom helped me whip them together. And then began my creative feeding frenzy and I made a bracelet that turned into a necklace with a madalian. It was fantastic. I made a couple more bracelets and before I knew it I had six sets of matching jewlery and some random pieces on the side. The tips of my fingers are numb and I feel as if I'm going cross-eyed, but I'm very proud of my jewlery. I'm thinking about making some more and selling some. I think people would pay for some of my pieces.

We went to Mission

Cynicism

I have never thought of myself as a mean spirited person, but ever since I can remember, I have been an incredibly negative and cynical person. I didn't really notice it taking effect untill I kept hearing the same words, "Think of the glass half full". What does that even mean? Why is there a glass that has liquid up/down to its midpoint? Did someone not fill it up all the way?- someone who is holding back or just extremely scared of spilling.... Or did they drink half of it?- someone who either got distracted from the glass or just isn't thirsty anymore. Anyway you choose to think of it, nobody is happy that there is a half empty/full glass sitting in front of them. Unless of course they are dying of thirst and they just happened upon this galss... on that point the glass could be filled with toxins in which case could only be harmful. This analysis could go on forever, but you see my point. Even if you are staring at a glass half full, it is just half full.
I did some research about why I'm so cynical, and let me tell you, some of the things I read were incredibly rediculous. They ranged from not getting enough attention in my childhood to having been surrounded by bad situations all my life. I hate to break it to you, shrinks, but nobody gets enough attention when they are children because that's all what children want and parents only have so much time. And life is dredfull, no matter what you do to try to avoid it. So instead of hiding behind your loose theories, maybe you should just come to terms with the fact that you are one of the lucky ones. Yes, I said lucky. You see, people who still believe there is magic in the world are much morel likely to be disapointed with life, while people like me see the world for what it is, dredfull. Yes, it does have potential, but untill humans learn to be perfect, the possibilities will stay just that- possible. And if you think about it, people who have guilded ideals will never be suprised, they will be proven correct for a moment if something goes there way, which I will admit is satisfying, but it will never be as quenching as being proven wrong. I love being proven wrong about my mind set. When I see acts that illustrate that there is a fantastic undertone to this ugly world we live in, I get the warmest feeling. So you see, in the longrun, I'm just as positive as the next person.

The Talent of Being Flawed

I believe that everyone has talents, whether they be discovered or hiding around the corner in the cobwebs of your mind. If you haven't found your talent, let me asure you that you have one. Everyone has one and it is what unites us all. The talent of being extremely and undoubtibly flawed. I know what you're thinking, "how is being flawed a talent?". Well, I think about it like this: When we make mistakes, we learn, which is why we are here in the first place. Mistakes allow us opportunity to be humbled, which is also a commandment. When we mess up, it is one of the many ways to learn who we are. Although, they can sometimes be embarrassing, life ruining, or even deadly, mistakes are huge blessings that help us pave our way across this barren wasteland we call life. And hey, why not plant some flowers along our way? Thats why being flawed is a talent.