Just a note…

13 Feb

Looks like I’m going to give up my domain.  I think.  I’m letting it expire and if someone else scoops it, then so be it.  I’m not blogging enough to make it worth the extra money.  So back to flybynyght@wordpress.com I go.  At least for awhile.  Maybe this will be the push I need to blog more often?




Are we back on track???

10 Nov

So remember when I used to blog?  I hardly remember it.

I don’t know if I don’t have time for blogging, if my priorities have changed, or if I’ve lost interest.

Seeing as I’ve blogged on and off for 11 years (and there’s a reason my moniker is flybynyght…), I wouldn’t say I’ve lost interest. And not having time – well, if you want to do something badly enough, you’ll find the time.  So does that mean that my priorities have changed?  Well, they sure have! I have a 9-month old who occupies my days and my thoughts.  I have a husband that I endeavor to spend time with as much as I can when the baby is asleep, and he is not working.  I have a new house that I am trying to get in order, while still dealing with the old house that has a real estate deal that just won’t close (fingers crossed for this Tuesday).

So is this my swan song?  Or my announcement that I’m back? Even though I haven’t posted in nearly a year (time flies, my friends, time flies), I’ll never leave blogging completely and will always love it.  Do I wish that I had kept my anonymous blog with my regular posts? Absolutely.  Do I wish that I hadn’t decided that blogging could be for notoriety/financial gain, and thus felt a pressure to do it, or post in a particular way?  Again, absolutely.  But as always, my blog evolves as I do, and as my interests do.  I don’t think I’d want it any other way.

So will I see you on the flip side?  I sure hope so…


Well whaddya know…

28 Dec

If you would have asked me what I thought pregnancy would be like for me before I actually got pregnant, I probably would have said it would probably look this way:

  • Very nauseous and lots of hurling in the toilet
  • Sadness over cutting out alcohol, sprouts, sushi, etc
  • A lot of weight gain and a lot of swelling
  • Excitedly writing detailed posts about all of my pregnancy experiences as the weeks went along

Well, I’m now at 36.5 weeks and can say that absolutely none of those are an accurate depiction of how my pregnancy has been thus far.  I have had a very good pregnancy (IMO) and have loved just about every minute.  I had the type of pregnancy that I would have thought that I’d want to share with the world! …and I do!  I just haven’t had the desire to spend the time writing blog posts about it.  This truly shocks me!  A lot of the time I don’t post  because I seem to have a lack of subject matter.  This clearly isn’t the case right now!  But instead of sitting down and typing, I find that I’m taking that time to read books about pregnancy, birth and parenthood; to research stuff online and to do all of the many preparations that come with a first child.

So although I haven’t been keeping a daily weekly monthly record of this pregnancy as it happened, I can say that I have lots of pictures (although mostly phone/mirror self portraits….lol), lots of memories, and lots that I’d like to share now!

Before getting pregnant, I had read that motion sickness and morning sickness have a lot of similarities and if you’re prone to motion sickness, you’re likely to have fairly bad morning sickness.  Well, my motion sickness is so bad that I have trouble watching someone on a swing (let alone getting on one myself!).  Despite this, I had only minor bouts of morning sickness.  I had a few weeks where I was quite nauseous (and it returned in the beginning of the third trimester), but I never threw up.  Not one time.  Shocking.  I had some aversions (barbecue chicken, leafy lettuce, opening used lunch tupperware containers), but none of them sent me to the porcelain throne either.  I feel VERY fortunate about this.

However, I did deal with several musculo-skeletal issues.  For several weeks I had an issue with my coccyx where it hurt to sit, stand, or even lie down in some positions.  I actually developed this one right before we went to Vegas (at 21 weeks…and I forgot to mention that even pregnant, Vegas is amazing :P) – always great issue to have when sitting on planes for hours on end and walking miles and miles a day…  After that cleared up (after lots of chiro), my sacroiliac joint decided to lock up (at 25 weeks).  This meant that I couldn’t bend or raise my right leg (like when you walk…) and sort of had to shuffle it along.  This took chiro and massage (and I believe, a shifting of the baby) to get this back on track, and although there were several false starts, it finally went away after about 3 and a half long weeks.  And just when I was celebrating that victory, I had another issue!  This time the ligaments in my pelvis had loosened (at 32 weeks) and were aggravated by running (I’ll get to the running in a minute…) and I felt as though I was breaking in half.  I felt as though someone had put my pubic bone in a vice and I was cracking in half.  This took about two weeks of not being able to move faster than a snail before it felt better.  Notice I didn’t say get better.  I still have this and there’s a chance it could continue after pregnancy too :*(  , but it’s just an annoyance now and not incredible painful like it was.

While none of those issues were *fun* I feel so fortunate that those were what my major problems were – quite manageable indeed.  And other than the musculo-skeletal issues, I’d say my worst pregnancy symptom was tiredness.  The first trimester had me in bed by 830 and sleeping like a ton of bricks.  After that, I was able to stay up until 930 (wow!) and that’s pretty much where my bedtime has stayed.  Unfortunately, now that I’m nearing the end of my third trimester I’ve had a change in my sleeping habits again.  I have absolutely no problem falling asleep, but once I wake up, I have a lot of difficulty falling back asleep.  And I wake up constantly – to pee, to attempt to roll to my other side…again.  A couple nights ago I woke up at 3.  And stayed awake.  And had to work in the morning.  It was a ROUGH one, and although the time is a little earlier, it’s not just the exception, it seems to be the rule these days.

But I’ve had some good symptoms too!  In the first 25 or so weeks, my nails and my hair were in great condition!  Longest nails I’d ever grown in my life and nice shiny locks.  Now my hair isn’t quite as lustrous (but still looking great!), and my nails are actually dry and a little brittle.  And my skin!  My gosh it has never looked better!  I didn’t have a ton of zits as a kid, but there’d always be one or two hanging around, now I have clear, very smooth skin (hope it sticks around!).  Although weirdly, from week 10ish-22ish, I had oodles of small bumps on my forehead.  Never had that before, and hadn’t changed anything (like different hats, changing the way I washed after running), but they disappeared as suddenly as they came on!

By far one of the best pregnancy symptoms was the lack of symptoms that enabled me to continue running!  I ran quite regularly until about 22 weeks, then switched to basically just running on the weekends (which is all I seemed to have the time and energy for!).  When I ran I had no discomfort with my belly, and was able to continue running until 31.5 weeks!  I worked through the coccyx issue, and the sacroiliac issue (although sadly had to walk a half marathon because I just couldn’t raise my leg enough to run), but it was the pelvic ligaments that were my downfall and ultimately stopped my running.  I’m very proud of all the races that I completed while pregnant, so here’s a recap:

Martian Marathon – Half Marathon: This technically was the day before the first day of my pregnancy, but I’m including it anyway…it’s my list ;)  This race was filled with rain and I had a chest cold, so my only goal was to finish.  I must have taken this goal to heart though, because it was probably my best finish – as in I chose a spot and ran hard until I crossed the finish line – definitely improved my mental game.

Grand Prix Shakedown – 5k: (6 weeks) This race was incredibly hot (think heatwave and a 4 o’clock start time on an asphalt course) and I knew I was pregnant so tried to take it a little easy.  This resulted in my worst 5k (by far) ever, and I couldn’t have been happier!

Moon in June – 10k:  (8 weeks)  This race was still during our heat wave and the first one where I wore a camelbak.  Having access to 1.5litres of water was essential to being able to run throughout the summer.  I was the very last 10ker to come in and the one who probably had the biggest smile :)

Escape to Belle Isle – 10k: (13 weeks)  This race was in July, and I was able to eek out a 20 second better time than the Moon in June 10k, but realized that that no part of me wanted to race in August, so although I continued to run, I took a racing break until,

Run for Heroes – Half Marathon: (23 weeks) This race was awesome for me.  I wore a shirt that said 23 weeks and a baby on board sign on my camelbak.  I finished 10 minutes faster than my goal and the first 10 miles felt absolutely amazing!  I also experienced my first trip to a portapotty during a race (3x) and my first Braxton Hicks contractions.  Todd ran the last quarter mile with me and it was great to cross the finish line with him…even if it was his second time crossing ;)

Detroit Free Press Marathon – Half Marathon: (27 weeks) I was in the throes of my locked sacroiliac pain with this race, and combined with the fact that my OB said I wasn’t allowed to actually run this (walk only because my placenta was low), it wasn’t the experience I was expecting, and was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. 4 hours of pain with every step (my SI joint, nothing to do with the baby) definitely showed me what I could do when I put my mind to it.  I wore a shirt that said Oh Baby on the belly (and my BOB sign on my back)and ended up on the Detroit Free Press website!  (and this race was also special because it was Todd’s first full marathon! Yay!)

Wicked Halloween Run – 10k: (28 weeks)  This was to be my last race of pregnancy, and I wasn’t sure how things would go, having been in such pain the week before during the half marathon.  When I started running though, it all felt perfect.  I finished well ahead of my expected finish time, and that was with having to pull over and completely stop for  a few minutes because my round ligaments had me cramping.  I wore an orange shirt that had a jackolantern face and was tight across my belly…adorable if I do say so myself! The race was so great that I told Todd that I had to run one more 10k (my favourite distance!) before I gave birth.

Detroit Turkey Trot – 10k: (31.5 weeks)  My endurance was definitely non-existent by this race, but the weather was perfect (cool and sunny, although windy) and I was ready to go out (of the running game) with a bang.  The route started out on the Thanksgiving Day parade route, so there were oodles of spectators.  Todd ran the last half mile (he’d already finished…and eaten…and changed, lol) with me and I was so happy he was there!  Although the happiness faded momentarily when I realized they’d run out of medals (pregnant lady needs a medal, dammit!), but came right back when I realized that I’d finished more than 2 minutes faster than at the Halloween race – and I was much bigger now!

But alas, this was my last run.  I actually had to go to work for 5 hrs after this (it wasn’t Thanksgiving in Canada, afterall…) and it was all I could do to get in and out of my car and up the stairs to my desk.  The pelvic pain was incredible (baby was fine, it’s just because during pregnancy the relaxin in your body causes joints to be lose – and the run had exacerbated this).  It wasn’t until two weeks later that I felt comfortable enough to try to run again.  Todd and I decided that I wouldn’t run alone any longer, or I’d only run on the treadmill at the gym.  So at the gym I warmed up a bit, ramped up the speed and within 10 steps knew that running would be done.  Every step felt like I was breaking in two.  So now I’m relegated to walking, and even with that, I have to watch how much I do, my pelvis can get quite sore.

So with 3.5 weeks left in my pregnancy (we hope! Keep percolating baby!), I feel the need to reflect on what I’ve gone through so far.  It feels like it has flown by, and who knows if I’ll ever have the opportunity to do it again!

As I soon transition to the next phase of being the Mom of a newborn, I have to say that I feel extremely fortunate to be pregnant and to have had the pregnancy I’ve had.

Here’s to the next part of the adventure ;)



You’re going there again???

14 Sep

***I wrote this post a week and a half ago and had the best of intentions of telling you where we’d be staying, what we had planned, and some of my favourite things about Vegas.  But alas, my days have been so jammed and crammed full, that there truly wasn’t the time to do this…  So hopefully I’ll do a recap or two when I get back, because I certainly love talking about the place ;)  So until then, here’s a, shall we say, mini-post…


Now where was I…  oh, ya – Vegas! 

Why Vegas, you ask?

Vegas is one of my favourite places in the world, there’s something about the hustle and bustle and great times being had, that just makes me feel so comfortable. And that’s why Todd and I have had 6 trips there in the past 8.5 years.  Every time we plan a trip somewhere else (ok, not every time), we seem to say, “but we could do all of that in Vegas, and it would be cheaper!”  And that’s what happened this time, and how road trip to Washington D.C. turned into a trip to Vegas for a week.

Go ahead, try to name something that you want to do in another destination, and I bet you can do it in Vegas!  And at nearly any time of day or night! 

The previous two trips to Vegas each left us with the feeling that it would be the last time we’d be there for a long time (once our to-be-yet-born children were older and we could go on vacation without them), but each time the possibility to go again crept up, we jumped at it.

This truly will be the last time we’ll be going to Vegas (or anywhere else for that matter, lol) for a long time as I’ll be 23 weeks pregnant, and I don’t care what anyone says – Vegas is not for family time.  This will also be the first time in three trips that we’ll be going solo!  Our first two trips were on our own, the next two with family and the last one was with friends.  It’s nice to have extra people to do things with, but there’s certainly something to be said for just deciding between the two of you what you want to do (and at what crazy time you want to do it).

So this year’s trip…

…will now be written about once home – we leave for our Park and Fly in just a few hours!  

Summer lovin had me a blast…

23 Aug

The best part of summer – the fact there are so many fun summer weekends to be had!  As much as it sometimes seems to be a pain to be so busy, it certainly isn’t a pain to be busy having fun!  This past weekend Todd and I packed up the SUV and the Monster and headed up to Haliburtan for a long weekend.  We were staying at my friend B’s cottage, which is on an awesome lake and has all of the amenities and peacefulness (mixed in with adventure!) you could want.

In total, we had 6 adults, 2 young kids, a 7-week old and two dogs in the 2 bedroom cottage.  It sounds crazy, but the space is much bigger than it sounds and everyone was comfortable where they were, and everyone had a spot to lay their head.

And fun!  Omigosh, did we have fun!  This is our second annual trip and although it couldn’t have been more different than the first trip, it was a blast nonetheless.

Last year we spent hour upon hour in the lake, swimming, tubing, waterskiing, paddle boarding, kayaking, riding on the pontoon boat and yes, even skinnydipping ;)  This year, there was one trip out for waterskiing, one paddleboard escapade, and the kids took a short dip.  But that was all the lake offered us this.  Instead of being brutally hot August sun and crazy Ontario humidity, we had, wind, cool mostly overcast days and VERY cool nights (like, down to 8 degrees Celsius cool!).

Our days still seemed full and the nights were spent snuggled around the campfire in sweats and blankets (ok, somehow I was the only one that seemed to be so uber-cold that needed a sweatshirt on all day and a blanket all evening…), eating smores and drinking alcoholic beverages.  Well, except me of course.  And Min, who is breast feeding, and had a glass of wine or two over the weekend, but was mainly a teetotaler with me.  While around the fire, I came to a realization – I’m no longer jealous of everyone drinking!  I’m not saying that I wouldn’t down a glass of red in a minute (if I could!), but I’m quite fine with drinking mocktails and water while everyone else is imbibing.  Now, it’ll be interesting to see if that’s still the case when Todd and I are in Vegas in 3 weeks.

Oh wait, did I not mention that before?

That’s right, I’m going to Vegas.  5 months pregnant.

It’ll definitely be interesting.  And different from every other Vegas trip we’ve been on (this will be trip number 6), which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.  We had planned on doing a roadtrip to DC, then promptly changed our minds.  We realized that we could always do DC with a stroller.  We would never do Vegas with kids in tow.  I also realized that I wanted more of a pool and relaxation vacation, instead of the hustle and bustle of museums.  However, the thing that actually made our mind up, was the drive.  Both of us realized that 10-14hrs in a car was not ideal for either of us right now (sciatica, lower back issues, ummm… pregnancy…).  I’d rather do 3.5-4 hrs in a plane.

So Vegas it was.  Or is.  We haven’t gone yet…

Ok, I must sign off now – otherwise I’ll talk about Vegas and won’t be able to stop telling you how awesome it is, and you’ll get tired of scrolling.  So I’ll leave it for the next post ;)



Tuesday, oh what a day…

14 Aug

It’s been an interesting day today.

Let’s see…

1) I now cry at not just the drop of a hat, but any sort of slightly stressful situation, mention of homeless children, or lost puppies.

2) After 3.5 years of open internet at work, my employers have started to monitor…not that I ever went on sites that weren’t work related ;)

3) I realized that the room booked for vacation appears to be the wrong type.  I had Todd call the hotel and they insisted that it said the proper type on their end.  Something tells me that this is going to come and haunt us in about a month…

4) Discovered the deliciousness that is a brownie in a mug!

5) Did the math for when the sale ends on the chair I want for the nursery ends and realize that I have exactly two opportunities in the next week and a half to purchase it.  Neither of which are ideal.  And one of which I won’t even be there for.  On second thought, maybe that is ideal!

6)  I now despise the words “venue” and “baby registry”

Oh, and as for #2, this means that I’ll have to plan my posts out a bit better from now on.  And speaking of posts, oh how I love writing them again!  It doesn’t quite feel like old hat yet, but after blogging for a whopping 10 years, I certainly can’t leave it for too long without it pulling me back.

Speaking of ten years of blogging, I find it interesting to look back at the transformation my blog has endured.  When I first started out, I wrote an anonymous blog that was mostly about venting about a job I hated and a boss that I sincerely did not like.  When I realized that putting so much negativity out there was just making me re-live it, and put more energy into things I didn’t like, I decided to change the direction.  I then wrote about my daily life, the strange occurrences, things that I loved as well as my hopes and dreams.  During this time, I decided that it was time to leave the world of anonymity behind and be open with all of my IRL friends and family and let them know that I have a blog (and had been blogging for years!).  While I loved being able to be honest, I found that there was a new sense of pressure from people.  I felt that I had to  document every moment of every experience I had.  If I skipped a few days, I had some people that would ask me (in person) why I hadn’t updated, and it drove me bat.shit.crazy.  I hated it!  So of course I did what I always do, I stopped writing for a bit (flybynyght, remember).  When I decided to come back, I decided for the blog to be less of a diary, and more daily/weekly life and hijinks recap.  And that was great, until I found the world of food blogs and decided to transform my blog (and now domain!!!) to be foodie centric.  But of course, as much as I enjoyed this, I realized that food was just a small part of my loves and continued to write about it, but to also write about fitness and running, and general healthy living.  I felt much more free to write and not so boxed in.  And then suddenly, I just didn’t feel like writing anymore.  So I didn’t.  And I felt completely okay with that, as blogging for me is a journey.  And where is this journey now?  Well, we shall see, but I think I’m going to once again write for me, about what I want, and how often I want.  And that sounds perfect to me.  For right now.



And a new chapter begins…

13 Aug

A new chapter of Flybynyght?  Yes.

A new chapter of Life?  Absolutely.

As normal, my urge to write here ebbs and flows and is what brought me to my moniker in the first place.  But for the past four months I’ve had an incredible urge to write, but knew that I couldn’t.  If this were the non-public Flybynyght of yesteryear I could have, but that’s (happily) no longer the case.  You see, I’ve been harbouring a secret.  A secret that I was afraid I’d let slip if I tried to dance around it and write about other things.

A happy secret.

A secret that will take about 40 weeks to percolate:)

Yup, there’s going to be a Baby Fly!

Now that all friends, family, bosses and co-workers know, I can be free and honest with all of you (Ummm, like I have any readers left, lol!).  So my writing should become more frequent now (again), and although I’d classify my blog as a healthy living/daily life blog, there may be a little bit of a shift toward more pregnancy talk – because that’s clearly what’s on the forefront of my brain!

So, for the pertinent information…

Todd and I were fortunate to conceive quickly.  We wernt being careful for the 3 months before, but did nothing else to quicken the process.  In April I bought an Ovulation Prediction kit and found out that I ovulated much later in my cycle than I would have thought!  That month we began officially “trying,” and that month we actually conceived!  Talk about a surprise!  I figured that being 33, it may take some time!

At 6 weeks I had a prenatal exam with my medical doctor and she did bloodwork (to ensure I was pregnant).

At 14 weeks I saw my OB for the first time.  They tried to let me hear the heartbeat with the doppler, but my placenta was loud and the nurse was concerned that I couldn’t hear the faint sound of the heartbeat – even though I could!  Soooo, I got to have my very first ultrasound!  Now, it was maybe 10 seconds long and there were no pictures or measurements.  But I got to see my baby (looked kinda like a sweet potato, lol) and I got to see the heartbeat.  This meant that I was, indeed, pregnant.  It all seemed so unreal up until that very point.

Today, I’m 17 weeks and can’t believe that it has already been that long – it’s gone so quickly!  Next week I have my first real ultrasound – anatomical – and couldn’t be more excited.  I’m also excited that Todd will get to be there to see the baby, because he missed the first one (I told him there was no need to go, it would just be history, pee, weight…but, surprise!).

I’m due January 21, 2013 and although in a way that seems quite far off, it also feels like it’s just around the corner.I know these next 5 or so months are just going to fly by (haha) and can’t wait to share the experiences with you and to log them as a reminder to myself!

I am so looking forward to this journey…



Standing outside the fire…

27 Jan

This post is a little heavy, but written to make you think, not ruminate.  It’s not about healthy living, but at the same time, it’s the epitome of healthy living.  If you’re having a good day, read it.  If you’re having a bad day, read it.

It is very interesting how time is completely relative to the person.

I mentioned to a coworker that I was thrilled that the week flew by, that it was Friday, and the workweek was nearly over.  She exclaimed that she couldn’t believe that it was Friday already either, and that the week went by too fast.  She said this with a little sadness.  This perplexed me for a moment, until I realized that she was over 60 and doesn’t see the end of a week in the same way that I’ve chosen to see it.  She sees each day as one to take hold of and live fully, no matter what the day entails, workday or not.

This really got me thinking.  I truly LIVE for the weekends.  I get through the workweek but I feel like I do my real living during those few hours where work isn’t an issue and I can more or less do as I please.

I need to stop this.

I need to choose to stop doing this.

I see that I need to embrace each and every day.  I need to enjoy what each day brings, even if it is 9 hours of work, a trip to the gym, tidying up and a short time of relaxing before going to bed, getting ready to do it all again the next day.

I need to stop being focused on counting the days until the weekend (0), until vacation (7), until a friends’ wedding (148).

I need to try to live in the moment, and fully live the moment.

I need to see the joy and the satisfaction in a job well done, in having the ability to go to a gym to workout, in having a husband to share the seemingly banal with and I need to be thankful that I go to bed each night with a clear expectation of waking in the morning.

The old saying goes, “Life is what happens when you’re busy trying to plan for it.”  …or something like that…   Planning is good, but not to the exclusion of living.

My Grandmother lived until she was nearly 98.  Her sisters who all lived to see adulthood, all lived until their late 90’s.  On the other side of my family, my Grandma is a very spry 82-year-old, who was married to my Grandpa for 60 years, before pancreatic cancer struck him down.  I have a full expectation of living to a ripe old age.  And I’m doing my best now to make sure that it’s a healthy one.

However, I must remember that I’m not guaranteed this time. The key is to LIVE each day you are given.

Today I’m reminded of this, as my small hometown is mourning the loss of a teenager in a horrific 4 vehicle accident at an intersection known for being dangerous.  I feel for his parents and the community.  The loss of a young life is not easily dealt with.

Todd and I have each lost a cousin to tragic car accidents while they were in their early 20’s.  I think this has changed us and the way we look at how people can be taken from us in the blink of an eye.

I think we sometimes forget that we could be the person that could be taken away.

Today I choose to fully LIVE life, and not merely be a participant.



So how’d I do with 2011???

25 Jan

Even though it’s the 25th of  January (how did that happen already?), I thought it important to review the Commitments I made last year and how I measured up, before trotting out my Commitments for this year.

I think that I was very enthusiastic about my goals last year and that they were indeed attainable, however I don’t know how much I accounted for life getting in the way and the little surprises that happen along the way.  Of course, when can you ever *really* plan for life?  Life is what happens when you’re busy making plans, right?


I would like  to run 5 races (of any length) this year.  This is a manageable number, but with the summer pretty much completely out and my first half not until April, I’ll have to do some good planning.  I would also really like to get my endurance back (has anyone seen it?).  My endurance is much better right now than it was this summer (stinkin humidity!), but it’s nowhere near where it was last year.  I don’t want to put a specific number on how far I want to be able to run without a walk break (although 11 miles would be great again! ;P), but I’ll know if when I have had significant improvement.

Although I didn’t complete this challenge in quite the way I wanted, it was completed and I was thrilled.  You see, a mere 3 weeks after I made this decision, I had to stop running.  I got a stress fracture in my left foot.  I had to stop running for 8 weeks and it took me many more until I could run comfortable again.  So that endurance?  Yup, completely gone.  But I did manage to run 5 races!  I did the Warrior Dash in July, a half marathon in September, a half marathon in October and two 5ks in November.  This year my running goals are a little different.  I have a half marathon in April and I’m really hoping for a PR.  I’m trying to work on the mental aspect of this, I find that this is a big component to work on for me.  After that, I have 2 more half marathons planned and any other races that I run are bonus.  I don’t know what this year will bring family-wise (you heard it here first!) and who knows what will happen.  I plan to put the work in to improve my running (ahem, lose weight), but know that becoming a better runner might not be my biggest goal this year :)


I love taking pictures and would love to not only take a photography class, but to buy an SLR.  Alas, these aren’t in the budget for this year.  Instead, I’m going to read some books on photography and learn more about the camera that I have.  Do the best with what you’ve got, right?  My goal is to be able to better translate what I see through the lens into the picture I take.

Not only did I not learn anything about photography (except for the fact that I still am eager to learn), but I barely took any pictured at all!  Todd and I did lots throughout the year and we dutifully lugged our camera around with us at every opportunity.  Unfortunately that camera rarely made it out of the bag.  I’m very disappointed in this, because it meant that so many experiences weren’t documented!  However, I’m going to take this challenge by the horns and start taking pictures!  I’m going on vacation (Vegas, baby!) in just over a week, so I’m going to hit the ground running with this one :)


The past year and a half has seen a lot of changes here at Flybynyght.  When you’ve been blogging for 8 and a half years, you’re bound to change your message and the way you deliver it from time to time.  I’m going back to my roots and blogging for me.  It’s easy to get caught up in comments and visits, but I write this because I love to write and I love to share my life and interests.  So while the content won’t be changing, the delivery will change.  I want to blog more often.  Everyday is not realistic for me, but several times a week absolutely is.  But if I have nothing to say, I won’t write an entry.  I’m more concerned with quality than I am with quantity.  The second part of this commitment is to not have any long periods without an entry (longer than 2 weeks – I’m trying to be realistic).  I haven’t had a gap-free blog in a loooong time.

Hahahahahhaahah!!!  That’s all I have to say about that one.

Ok, one more thing.  My 10 year blogiversary (I know!  10 years!?!?!  Holy crap!) is in July and my goal is to make blogging a habit again  and again post regularly.  Clearly my track record is NOT good at this one.  Time will tell, and I will absolutely do my best :)


I think I’m most excited for this Commitment!  I’ve challenged myself to either make or create a new recipe every week for the year.  That’s 52 recipes that have either been created or followed by me.  I can make more than one a week (and really hope and expect to!), but these can’t be saved up for weeks when I’m really busy.  The only reason to miss a week (and subsequently make up the recipe at the first possible opportunity) is if something happens that is beyond my control like an all-inclusive trip to Mexico.  I’ve already created my first recipe and I’ll be posting that tomorrow – it was simple and delicious!

Wellll…this happened until about November.  I put my all into it until about September.  Unfortunately, I only put my heart into it until  August.  In November I decided to stop (read: quit) my Recipe Challenge.  I just wasn’t having fun anymore.  Feeling as though I *had* to create something really took the joy out of actually creating.  Funny enough, after I finished the ‘structure’ of the challenge, I found that I was actually making more recipes!  Although old favourites were finally being able to be recreated again.  I must say that I’m actually proud that I quit.  There was a time that I would have continued to slog it out and complete it, just to finish.  Even though I wasn’t enjoying myself, and even though in the grand scheme of things, it meant zero.  I know I’m not a quitter, I would have finished just so that I could say that I did it.  So living my life suffers just so that I can have bragging rights?  Um, no.  And now I’m not burned out and am enjoying making new recipes!  Yay all around!


I want to read 40 books this year.  I know going in that this isn’t realistic for me (as I only read about 20 last year), but I want to commit to making books a larger part of my life.  This will mean choosing to read rather than keeping up so intently on social media (and let’s face it, celebrity gossip) and to PVRing a show instead of watching it in its’ entirety when it’s on. 

Well, that one was a complete fail.  I *think* that I only read 11 or 12 books.  I was so lax with reading that I couldn’t even keep straight which books I’d read!  This year, this is my goal again.  However, this time I think that I have more of a fighting chance of accomplishing it.  It’s only the middle of January and I’ve already finished 2 books, nearly completed 2 more, and have 2 others started!


This commitment doesn’t seem to really fit with the others, but it’s the only one that I feel is really NEEDED.  I need to take more care in my appearance, especially when going to work.  I work in a very casual office and it’s just so easy to throw on a t-shirt with my dress pants and whip my hair back and forth put my hair up in a ponytail.  But this needs to stop!  I feel like a shlub a lot because I kinda look like one!  I’ve also decided to start wearing makeup regularly again (I used to be a makeup fiend, but stopped wearing it almost completely 2 and a half years ago when I started to work out regularly).  I commit to wearing actual outfits, complete with hair done and accessories on (I make jewellery for gosh sakes!), at least 4 workdays a week.  Makeup will likely be a part of this, but not a necessity.

Finally!  Something that I did a good job with!!!  Gone are the ponytails and t-shirts and in are the outfits!  I may not be the most fashionable dresser (not because I am unable, but because I am cheap!), but I’m sure to put together an ensemble each and every day.  I haven’t been wearing makeup throughout the work week regularly, but most of the time I do wear it when we go out somewhere – just to feel more put together.  The only thing that I hate about makeup is the trails of mascara and eyeliner that inevitably are streaked across my face as I work out each day…

So when I look at what I had hoped to do for the year, and what I actually did, I am quite pleased.  I think that I was a reaching a little far in how much I wanted to accomplish – but why not reach high, right?  This year I think my Commitments are more realistic and recapture some of the priorities I seemed to have lost last year with my life.

Tomorrow I’ll outline my 2012 Commitments in all of their exciting glory.  I know you’re holding your breath and just can’t wait.



*tap**tap* Is this thing on?

24 Jan

Well, hello.

It’s been a while.  To say the least.  A lot has happened in the past, oh, YEAR!  My hiatus from blogging certainly wan’t planned (they never are…) but I enjoyed my time away.  About once a month I’d yearn for detailing my life with my legions (*ahem*) of fans.  I believe that I may just be down to one fan now (Hi, Mom!).  However, I’m completely fine with that.

I went through a short time where site views and comments seemed oh so very important.  I’m glad that that phase was short.  I also realized that although I love to post about the recipes I’ve made – I really don’t like to read other peoples’ recipes in their posts.  The food, yes – the recipes, no (sad, but true).   Because of that, I think I’ll cut down on the number of full on recipes that I post.  Or post the dish and link to the recipe on the Recipe Page for easier reading (although this may be more work – so I wouldn’t hold your breath…).

I also want to post more about me (hello, egocentric blogger here…) and my thoughts, opinions and dreams.  I think I will always be a healthy living blogger (not a food blogger, not a fitness blogger, not an everything-I-do-every-second blogger) but with a big emphasis on sharing my life experiences, healthy or not.

The thing I love about blogging, is that it can ebb and flow with my life.  If I am all about fitness, I can gear my posts toward that; if I am all about black quinoa (yum, by the way), I can gear my posts toward that; and if I’m all about cats, well, someone shoot me.  I also love that I can come and go as I please and not answer to anyone for lack of posting or the content of my posts (more or less, I’m not really rockin any boats here…).

So herein lies another chapter of the ever-evolving flybynyght.com

My first order of business will be to update last years’ Commitments to see how well I did, then a recap of the year, as I did last year  (although I took so few pictures this year, it could be mostly text and oh, so thrilling…).  Then I want to outline what my Commitments are for this year and finally bring you back into my daily life!

I look forward to the journey, and hey, this blog isn’t called flbynyght without reason :)