- 3 years ago
This is by far, the hardest thing I have EVER had to write, and something I never ever could want to write. Yesterday, the Hockey world lost one of it’s best ambassadors. Wade Belak, the tough guy who knocked out Donald Brashear, the same Wade Belak that would bend down on knees and high five…
On July 3rd we celebrated being engaged for one year. Incidentally we were staying at the same Bed & Breakfast where it took place, as this is a yearly tradition in my family. I can’t believe how quickly the engagement has gone so far. We’ve gotten a lot done, and still have a long ways to go. I honestly don’t understand how people plan a wedding in under a year. We have enjoyed the process, and have not experienced any stress in the planning.
So where are we?
Since the last post, we finally…
- 3 years ago
- 3 years ago
I’ve never been a health nut, or been overly obsessed with what I eat, but 4 years ago I made the first big step in correcting the direction of my health: quitting soda. I used to drink 2-3 sodas (or pops, like we said in the north) PER DAY, and felt I couldn’t function without one. When I finally had enough, I quit cold turkey and switched to water. The effects weren’t gradual, they were immediate. In 3 weeks I lost 10 pounds, SOLELY from eliminating soda from my diet.
The next big step wouldn’t come until just one week ago, when we decided to start P90x. Aside from quitting soda and the occasional half-assed workout, I didn’t do much else to get healthier. It’s hard! Our generation was raised on McDonald’s and other greasy, fast foods. To break that trend seems to be near impossible, as healthy food takes more time to prepare & is usually way more expensive. It takes a lot to turn around the way in which you eat; it is a lifestyle change.
Just one week in to the intense workout program, I am already feeling the positive effects on my body (minus the pain my muscles have been in this whole time… but it’s a good pain). The workouts are already getting easier to do than they were on the first few days. The key is to pace yourself (which they told us, but we didn’t believe them). We aren’t going as extreme as to follow the P90x diet plan, but simply working out and getting into shape changes the way you think about what you are putting into your body, and suddenly without trying, you WANT to eat better.
I’ve already found several healthy recipes I want to try, and instead of getting my “usual” at certain restaurants, I find myself reading their entire menu including the sections I usually skip over, to try something a little healthier. However I still firmly believe that you should allow yourself to indulge every once in a while to reward yourself and to stay on track (read: I will not give up some of my favorite foods, because I don’t want to die miserable).
I used to think I could never do P90x, because my endurance is terrible and I don’t exactly enjoy working out. But honestly, if I can do it… you can, too. Everyone has the ability to get healthier, it all just comes down to how much effort we are willing to put in. Our bodies crave good foods and exercise. This program is seriously fun, and your body will thank you for it.
(I would also like to add that Frank and I have each lost 2 pounds in this first week!)
Wedding music video of Joya + Emre. I love this!!! What a unique way to showcase your day. As a video editor and a bride-to-be, this encompasses everything I am interested in right now. I would love to come up with a concept for our wedding video that is half as creative as this!
- 3 years ago
The past 5 days have been the most emotionally-draining I’ve experienced in a long time. Never in a million years would I imagine these two pieces of my life to be intertwined into one post, but here we are.
Wednesday evening I found out that my grandmother of 91 years passed away. I took comfort in knowing she led a long and happy life, and was truly blessed in many ways. However, it still hurts, no matter how much you prepare for it. The remainder of the evening I spent reflecting on the good times spent with her, and booked my flights to pay her my final respects.
The next night we had tickets to Game 4 of the Predators/Canucks round 2 Playoff series. The Canucks led the series 2-1, but we were sure to win that next game at home, sending it back to Vancouver tied at 2 a piece. So you can imagine the collective heartbreak when we failed to win either home game, and putting ourselves in the position to be eliminated. As the final moments of the game ticked down, I started to cry. The emotions that I tried to keep at bay after my grandmother’s death were now bubbling to the surface. I barely spoke the rest of the night.
I left for Cleveland the next morning and got to see family that I hadn’t seen since last July. Finally getting to meet my cousin’s baby put the biggest smile on my face. Through the tears and sadness of losing my last grandparent, I was reminded that life goes on. Through the bright sparkling eyes of this precious 8-month old baby, we were all shown the beauty of life during a dark and difficult time. The funeral was very simple and to-the-point, as in true grandmother fashion she didn’t want anyone to make a big fuss over it, or have to go out of their way. After a wonderful afternoon spent with the family catching up, we had to say our goodbyes already, as most of us had to leave early the next morning.
That night the Predators were playing Game 5, facing elimination, and I had to find a way to watch the game. I hunkered down at a nearby Buffalo Wild Wings in Lyndhurst Ohio, all alone without my close friends, to watch what was hopefully not their last game this season. Luckily we ended up winning, and I celebrated silently to myself alone in a strange town.
Fast-forward to Monday night, Game 6. Still facing elimination. It could be our last game all season, or we could send it back to Vancouver for Game 7, and possibly even make it into the 3rd round. But in the end, we just couldn’t pull through. The evening was bittersweet. Our beloved Preds ended their longest playoff run in franchise history, leaving behind droves of fans who hold this team closer to their hearts than ever before. As the final seconds counted down, instead of filing out of the arena in disappointment like so many years’ past, the Predators fans got to their feet, waved their rally towels, and cheered for our boys. As the players made their way down the losing side of the traditional handshake line, the arena filled with a chant: “Let’s go Predators!”
The players raised their sticks to us one last time, and my eyes welled up. This time it was not sorrow & disappointment, but pride. Pride in a team that was underestimated, undervalued, and mislabeled all year. Pride in the youngest team left in the playoffs, who exceeded everyone’s expectations and inspired their fanbase. Pride in a team that arguably exhibited the most heart of any team I have ever seen. Pride in this city, whose players and fans are but one family.
It’s not just about hockey. This year I made new friends. Close friends. This tight-knit group that Frank and I found our way into was more of a family than anything else.
Life is a series of cycles. One season ends, and another begins, but it always goes on. We have highs and we have lows, but if we’re very lucky, we meet amazing people along the way that we will never forget. LIFE goes on.