Monthly Archives: July 2011

Bring on the Chewing and Swallowing!

So the Juice Cleanse is officially over.  Well.. I do have one more juice left, but that’s kind of a long story.  Anywho, how do I feel? Pretty good.  Would I do it again? Probably not.  I say that not because I don’t think it was beneficial, or that I hated every minute of it (although that contains a grain of truth), I just think there are ways more suited to me to cleanse my system.  Although, since it was only three days, it’s pretty low on the commitment scale and not bad for a quick fix.

I really really really missed eating.  It’s a very strange feeling to do nothing but drink liquids all day, and to be honest, it feels very unnatural.  Now, I can’t really say I went the whole three days without eating, both Eleanor and I had a speed bump along the way and actually had solid foods for our dinner last night.  I didn’t exactly go balls to the wall and grab a burger and fries – instead I went to Fresh with Jillian and gorged on Sweet Potato fries and a Vegetarian Burrito.  I’m such a rebel.

The 3 Day aspect is actually a little bit misleading as well, since it sounds as though you can complete a full cleanse in three days – lies.  The material suggests that you start with a three day pre-cleanse diet where you essentially cut out everything except for Fish, veggies and fruits.  After your Juicing, they suggest not just jump right back off the wagon but maintaining a mostly fruit and veg diet for up to five days.  Obviously, this all makes sense, as it helps to get some toxins out of your system beforehand so the cleanse can do its magic, and keeps the benefits around longer afterwards.  Big Fail for me however, since I was drinking like a sailor at our housewarming on Saturday and picked up a buttered bagel and coffee this morning. Oh well, the 2.5 days of just juice I’m sure still had its benefits.  Right?

I’m still a firm believer in the idea of cleansing, even though it’s a controversial topic.  Obviously there are huge benefits for people with digestion and food sensitivity issues, which is totally not the case for me. I think it’s a bit like exercising, you’re supposed to throw a variety of different workouts and routines at your body to keep everything guessing right?  This helps to ensure that your muscles and body don’t just react to one set of predicted challenges.  Cleansing is similar in a way, in that it provides your body with a new ordeal to work though.  Although, I guess the same could be said of binge drinking or sustaining a diet of all fast food meals.  Clearly, I’m not a Nutritionist.

Let’s be fair – I, along with many people I know, are pretty terrible to their bodies sometimes, I think a periodic overhaul isn’t out of the question 🙂  But maybe I’m just a glutton for punishment?



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Liquid Diet

No, I’m not talking about Booze (for once).  This week, Eleanor and I decided to impart on a three day Juice Cleanse.  That’s right, three whole days with nothing but LIQUIDS of the gross and green variety.  Actually the juice isn’t all that terrible. 

We ordered our juice from and it was delivered fresh on Sunday night.  For those of you keeping count, it’s only Wednesday now, meaning I’m not quite finished ‘Juicing’ yet.  The program consists of six juice bottles a day that are labelled from 1 to 6, it is child’s play in its simplicity.  Unfortunately, the First, third and last bottles are Green Energy, which looks exactly like Swamp Water as Eleanor pointed out.  The fact of the matter is, it could be a lot worse, it’s mildly palatable, and the other two juices (Lemonade which has some Cayenne, and Very Berry) are quite delicious.

Thus far, I haven’t really been hungry at all.  I’ve been loading up on water and Tea (which thankfully hasn’t had its usual mood effects) in between bottles and making more frequent trips to the Ladies Room, but I really haven’t felt actual hunger.  Big bonus, since I think being hungry would break me like a twig.  I really really really WANT to just eat something though.  Chew, swallow, use a knife and fork, the whole shebang. It’s a bit strange having nothing solid in your diet bar for a few unnecessary chunks in the aforementioned Swamp sludge.

Last night Eleanor and I found ourselves at home early, with nothing planned for the evening. This presented itself as a bit of an issue, as we didn’t have the normal evening activity of preparing and then eating a meal to keep ourselves busy.  We decided to make the most of it and went on a walk down to the Beaches.  Juice number 5 in hand, we took to the streets and weaved our way through roads, soccer games, bikes paths and skate parks until we hit the boardwalk.  It was a lovely evening on the beach so we took a bit of a break and hung out on a bench people watching.

After enjoying a bit of twilight on the beach, we decided to take a different route home along Queen street – big mistake.  While there was a lot more going on to keep our attention, most of the goings on were at restaurants, café’s and pubs.  I was literally daydreaming about having a curry and some beer on a patio.  I was heartbreaking, totally would have been the perfect night to partake in such activities.  Instead, we went home, had some Popcorn tea from Sandy and watched a movie.  We were both seriously considering eating the contents of the tea itself.

Thankfully though, due to extenuating circumstances we are both breaking the cleanse early this evening and finishing up tomorrow morning.  This allows Eleanor to gallivant around at an event with Korean, and for Jillian and I to hit up one of our favourite spots prior to a Musical.  Bring on the chewing!


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Change Management

As our unusual family settles into its new home, a variety of growing pains are popping up for us to manage.  Nothing earth shattering, thankfully, just stuff that represents the learning curve present during a complete change in environment. 

Sound Effects – My room is situated directly below Korean’s room – which is definitely a win considering Tigger’s more prominent late night antics.  However, whenever he’s up and about in his room it honestly sounds like he is throwing boulders at the floor and chasing after them.  Kinda like the Gods are Bowling, but much less delicate.  Its very easy to confirm that he is actually just walking around like a normal human being, making no effort to stomp around like an elephant – but that’s what I’m hearing.  Luckily, it would take riot to wake me up so it’s really not an issue, just more of an observance and a WTF is going on up there? Oh, nothing.  I think this just boils down to me living in an apartment surrounded by concrete for so many years – you’re vaguely aware of the fact that you have people living above you, but you rarely if ever hear them

Neighbours – Love ‘em or hate ‘em, we’re here to stay so we might as well get used to them.  As mentioned previously, one group of our neighbours consists of a colourful and friendly crowd of dog lovers that congregate daily in front of our house to shoot the proverbial shit and allow their dogs to essentially do the same.  No problem there, I love the canine community we moved into.  However, these same neighbours had issue with a little merriment at our home on Saturday evening.  At 11:30.  No biggie, we moved everyone inside and to the back patio (where, coincidentally, we have really cool neighbours) and moved on.  What I wasn’t expecting was the Spanish Inquisition when Eleanor and I returned with our coffees the next morning.  How much apologizing is required when you’re a little loud at 11:30pm on a Weekend?  Next time they are all up on the street at 7am on a Sunday making a racket I’m going to give them a piece of my mind and tell them to bring it from a 10 to a 2.  Although, I’d probably have to set my alarm to wake up and see if they’re out there in the first place – not ideal.

Garbage Days – While I was originally lamenting the idea of having to sort our own garbage and drag it to the curb once a week, the reality is much less irritating then expected.  The biggest bonus is that our garbage, recycling and green bin are stored like two feet from the curb, so the dragging aspect is really irrelevant.  I do, however, think that the city should give you a few freebie days right after a move when you’re allowed to put out as much garbage and recycling as you have.  Oh well, 400 Walmer Road is serving as our dump these days.  Take that Vertica Resident Services.  One glorious thing that came from this week’s pick up is the discovery that one of our Garbage men is wildly attractive.  I think I’m going to conveniently be on my porch in a revealing outfit next Tuesday at 8:40am with a come hither look on my face.   With my luck though I’d get a whistle from his much older, much creepier partner.  A girl can dream though, can’t she?

Overall, the Good things about our New Home are amazing, and the Bad are just slightly irritating or unusual.  I think we picked a winner!


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Finally, the move is over. After a month of pre-move packing and prep, a day of self-moving, an eight hour marathon move with the professionals and five days of configuring and unpacking, we’re in. Official residents of Leslieville, woohoo!

The new house was an absolute maze of boxes this past weekend, pretty much an anxiety ridden nightmare. However, box by box, the character of our new home is starting to reveal itself, and we’ve definitely reached a liveable stage. Now comes the fun of nesting into our much larger home.

After all the purging I’ve done of my not so coveted possessions before, during and after the big move, combined with the enormity of my new closet and the addition of a triplet to my dresser collection – you’d think I’d be drowning in extra space. You’d think wrong. Even removing the Closet from the equation, I have an additional 4 drawers to my previous 9 drawer capacity – all of which are now full, and I have yet to unpack all of my clothing. Upon reviewing my drawer layout, I can’t for the life of me figure out how it all fit into only two dressers before. Granted, one (ONE!) drawer has currently been repurposed for excess toiletries and primping essentials but that hardly solves the mystery.

Clearly, I have Goldfish Tendancies – I expand to (and beyond) the area in which I inhabit. I’m almost certain that if I had the whole home to myself, I would find a way to fill every room (eventually) and continue to lament my lack of space. I must be exactly the type of person Blaise Pascal was referring to when he said “The problem with Western man is that he does not know how to be content in an empty room.” I’m neither a man, nor a ‘he’, but story still applies. Empty rooms or extreme minimalism makes me nervous. So does large amounts of cheese, but that’s another story.

The good news is that I’m still happily removing clutter from my little existence and slowly finding my own feng shui in my new space. The plush fuscia chair and the huge Zebra photograph are definitely helping.


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Movin’ on Up!

Nancy is exhausted. Last night is my beloved apartment after almost five and a half years.

Boxes are packed. Prince William is scared. We are all ready for the next chapter.

Won’t be able to see Casa Loma from my new bedroom but I don’t think the Princess complex will wear off anytime soon 😉

Goodnight Moon.



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What’s in a Name?

At Eleanor’s birthday dinner last night, the whole table got into a naming game of sorts. Eleanor is at the cusp of joining us in the blogosphere and is on the hunt for an appropriate, succinct and definitively charismatic surname that will help title her future blog’s home. Our group of six included myself, my Mother Peggy, Jillian, Tigger, Eleanor’s friend Gwen and of course, the birthday girl herself. Everyone was tossing out their favourite, or most hilarious suggestions. Popular name categories included:

  • Anything British, to reflect her homeland
  • References to her petite stature
  • Places in and around Toronto (Coxwell, anyone?)
  • Various things posted around the Restaurant – not sure if Eleanor “Restrooms” really has the right ring to it!

My personal favourite was Humperdink.

During the name-off, I told my Mother all about Nancy Francis and encouraged her to read. At which point she admitted “I already know about Nancy.” Clearly she has her sources! We then started discussing where the name Nancy had come from (Thank you, Jillian), and Tigger lamented that he would really prefer me to refer to him as Richard Nail a.k.a. Dick Nail. As we were all discussing our names, and what names we’d prefer Peggy decided this would be a great time to share that she had really wanted to name me Myfanawy. Myfanawy. Then they could have called me Miffy for short. What, what, WHAT? Miffy? I don’t think so.

This little nugget of information sent the table into hysterics, especially when we made the discovery that the name (as we were pronouncing it) sounds like someone with a terrible speech impediment is trying to say “My Family” – Muh-fam-wee. Cue belly laughs and streaming tears. Our server and other restaurant clientele weren’t sure what to do with us.

I’ve definitely bemoaned what I construe as the extreme commonality, and therefore lack of originality in my name, but am now extremely grateful that I dodged the Miffy bullet. What other horrors did you have up your sleeve Peggy?


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Me Time

Despite how busy I am with preparing for the upcoming move (moving? What, I haven’t mentioned that? Oh right, I did: here, here, here, here, here, and here) I am still making sure to schedule in some selfish Nancy time. Today alone I will be visiting my waxing specialist and meeting up with Eleanor and Peggy to have our feet pampered, prior to heading out to a wonderful restaurant to celebrate Eleanor’s birthday. I’ve also managed to book in a Reflexology session for tomorrow afternoon – scheduled right before an evening meeting I am dreading at work. I figure this way I will be as serene as possible leading into the terrors that Friday and Saturday will bring. Well, serene might not be the right word, but at least I’ll be mentally and physically prepared in my own way.

If ‘me time’ is considered a selfish endeavour, then I’m one of the most selfish people I know. I’m nothing if not religious in scheduling various appointments to keep up with both maintenance and pure luxury activities. My massage therapist knows my life story and when I told him I was moving, he asked genuinely if I was breaking up with him – of course not, he’s far too good looking. Pedicures, Waxing, Massages, Facials and the odd foot treatment are mandatory maintenance in my opinion. Am I wrong? Thankfully, I’m such a tyrant with my own schedule that it’s not difficult for me to maintain my plethora of engagements. Juggling activities is practically a hobby of mine.

While fretting about the consequences of all my Me time this week when I really should just be packing, it got me thinking about all the extra time and money I would have on my hands if I were, well, lower maintenance. Tigger, for example, gets a $15 dollar hair cut and .. well that’s about it. While I may only get my hair done a maximum of three times a year, it costs me $160 bucks a pop! Meanwhile, I’m loyal to my Stylist from my hometown, so I have to add on two hours of lost travel time every time I need a cut and colour. Now maybe it isn’t fair to compare my own needs with that of a male, but I can’t help but wonder what I’d look like and how I’d feel if I cut all of these little indulgences out of my life. To be honest though, I don’t feel like much of my needs are hyperbolized:

  • Going to the Massage therapist monthly and the Chiro bi-monthy, helps my posture and my general feeling of well being
  • Getting 2-3 facials a year keeps me looking fresh and wards off a plethora of strange skin issues I’m prone to
  • Having my feet buffed and polished helps distract me from how much they hurt the rest of the time
  • Waxing.. well, ok, that’s just a preference

If asked, I would describe myself as Medium Maintenance, but maybe I’m just blind to the amount of maintenance that I consider necessary compared to the next girl? Is it possible that I’ve turned into one of those god awful high maintenance women that are general pain to be around? Well, maybe, but a hot dog and cold can of beer would still make an enjoyable date. So, maybe not.


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