I’m feeling rather taciturn, a decidedly bad adjective for a bloggeuse, but there it is. Half-finished thoughts scribbled madly on scraps of paper litter the space around my computer, hoping in earnest I have the appetite to take up some desperate allegory to the permanence of deep fried oil sweeping across Centretown. Poutine, and other Canadian myths will have to wait.
January 17 – the day most New Year’s resolutions come to a crashing end – did not fail to disappoint; I did not go swimming. I resolved to do so once a week as a way of testing the water (zing!) for future forays into things that rhyme with… tri..ath….alon?
But I’m not giving up. In fact, I’m doubling my efforts, upping the ante to two workouts a day where necessary. While I don’t recommend this approach for anyone with children / dogs / any semblance of a life, it is, in fact, a perfectly logical way to burn the same amount of calories without the heavy onus of getting to the gym EVERY. DAY.
Which is hard, you know? Because of the poutine.
When I’m not guilt-tripping about missing gym workouts, I’m probably hogging the camera. We are in dangerous “not a hobby anymore” territory.

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À la what I wore

When: January 14, 2010
What:
Scarf: Hand-embroidered kashmir, Leh, Northern India $45
Shirt: RW&Co.
Pants: Mexx black suit pants
Belt: Barcelona souvenir
Bracelet: Turquoise rough stones, Annapurna range, near Poon Hill, Nepal, $3
I am in awe of women who can pull off gracefully-draped shawls. I move too much, so I use a belt to fasten the damn thing to me. This shawl sells for considerably less at the source, even if the wonderfully-endearing salesman totally fleeced (zing!) me for it, charging an obscene $45. It is one of the few precious things I acquired on the road, and I wear it only seldom. And never near ketchup.